Part 6 (1/2)

”I thought you would You do like it?”

”Oh, just what I wanted!”

”That's all right, then Just a little Christ too much butter for the marmalade and too much marmalade for the butter

He leaves the hospital in a day or two

The fog is still thick To-night at the station after a day off I found it white and silent Touching the arm of a man, I asked hi?”

”Oh no”

And the cabs all gone hohosts passand voices, bodyless, talking intirass of the open Heath

I was excited by the strange silent fog

Butat the house of a girl I knew, I borrowed a country pair of hers: no taller than I, she takes two sizes larger; they were like boats

I started to trudge the three htest flick of the foot would have sent one of the beyond the eye of God or an to tell, and I stood still and lifted up one foot behind ht of the gli was too thick for that

Another half-er down to e hole in etherand,as God had first supposed that woman would walk, on the wet surface of the road

A warded MO is pathetic He knows he can't get well quicker than time will let him He has no faith

To-morrow I have to take down all the decorations that I put up for Christht I should be the one to take theht I should be old

While I was untying a piece of holly fro and a patient was holding the ladder for_padre_ came and pretended to help us, but while he stood with us he whispered to the patient, ”Are you a coer; I could have dropped the holly on hiht on walking-sticks hitched over the ends of the beds and under the s! Many of them must have played Father Christmas in their own homes, to their own children, on other Christmases

On Christ after the Day-Sisters had gone and the Night-Sisters came on The wards were all quiet as I walked down the corridor, and to left and right through the glass doors hung the rows of expectant stockings

Final and despairing postscript on Mr Pettitt

When a woman says she cannot come to lunch it is because she doesn't want to

Let this serve as an axio