March 18. Tonight came your letters of Feb 10 and one I think a week later (it wasn't dated) telling the fantastic story of your activities - I can scarcely believe that anyone can do so many things at once and carry them all through so successfully. And I fall to asking myself what I am really doing here - really nothing though I work at it like a nigger all day long. At the end of a week I look back and think I've perhaps put in one useful word - and perhaps not; I can't be certain. And if I went away it wouldn't matter, or if I stay it wouldn't matter. However I've thrown in my lot with it - I don't see what else I could do, and I would as soon be here as anywhere. They are fussing in Egypt to know how long I'm going to stay. I don't know whether they want me to come back, but I've written to say I think I had better stay on a bit till we see what happens. But I don't mind either way. I should telegraph to you if there were any change of plans. I have an unhappy feeling all the time of trying to take a hand in things which are too big to be guided. They move on inevitably and you can't stay them with your little knowledge and your feeble will. - But anyway I was very glad to have your letters. Gertrude