My Home in the Field of Honor by Frances Wilson Huard
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"Have you got an extra one?"
"No, but I've my emergency wheel--" "Never mind. Another inner tube may come in handy." "Very well, Madame." Madame Maeberez was waiting, so I jumped in next her and we drove to the town ball. Though the war was scarcely a week old her office was already installed in the Hotel de Ville, and several hospitals were well on the way towards complete organization. In a big room white-capped women (the first I had seen of the kind) were counting bandages, linen and underclothing, laying out huge piles for such and such a hospital. While Madame M. was answering numerous questions which besieged her on her entrance, her secretary took note of what was lacking in my ambulance, promised to forward it at once by motor, and gave me an agreement to sign. In the meantime, someone had carried my card to the mayor who affixed his seal, and my armlet appeared as though by magic. Now, then, for the colonel! And we hastened away again at a moment's notice. As we drove through the quaint little city, my eye was attracted more than once by a splendid bit of Louis XIV architecture. The college, the convent, the churches and even some private residences were wonderful examples of that exquisitely decorative period. As it was my first |
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