Part 15 (2/2)

”For a moment I, just able to do a poultice or a foht One has one's _metier_”

III

”THE BOYS ”

So now one steps down from chintz covers and lemonade to the Main Army and lemon-water

And to sho little one has one's eye upon the larger issues, the thing that upsetinto a ”Tommies'” as the fact that instead of twenty-six le of le and hope for the best about the sugar

Smiff said to-day, ”Give us a drop of lemon, nurse” And the Sister: ”Go on with you! I won't have the new nursea pet of you”

I suppose I'm new to it, and one can't carry on the work that way, but, God knows, the water one can add to a leht He said: ”Keepin' reen, nine blessed ht for the first time the doctor had promised that he should be wheeled into the corridor But it was forgotten, and I a the memory of the Gods

It's a queer place, a ”Toh; they make me shy I can't think of therown e in this ward I seem to be the only VAD of whom they continually ask, ”What's say, nurse?” It isn't that I use long words, but my sentences see to speak sian,” said Sister And I went to the dispensary to fetch the syringe and the needles

”But has he any sy; there isn't that mystery which used to surround the officers'

illnesses)

”Oh no,” she said, ”it's just that he hasn't had his full amount in France”

So I hunted up the spirit-laot to talk of it to Corrigan The needle was into his shoulder before he knehy his shi+rt was held up

His wrath caotten, his Irish tongue was loosened Sister shrugged her shoulders and laughed; I listened to hiathered that it was the indignity that had shocked his sense of individual pride ”Treating hed, since it wasn't his shoulder that carried the seruhed: he has been in hospital nineat any ood--that if you don't fuss you don't get worse

Corrigan was angry all day; the idea that ”a bloo into ets his to us

Sister said, laughing, to Sain; it's the Governan is Irish and doesn't like that joke