They were as glad to see her as she was to meet them again, and for
a time there was an interchange of talk. Then Mrs. Gleason withdrew
to leave the young people to themselves.

"Well, go on, tell us all about it!" begged Tom, who could not take
his eyes off Nellie Leroy. "How did she get here?" and he indicated
Harry's sister.

"He talks of me as though I were some specimen!" laughed the girl.
"But go on--tell him, Bessie."

"Well, it isn't much of a story," said Bessie Gleason. "Nellie
started to do Red Cross work, as mother and I are doing, and she was
assigned to the hospital where we were."

"This was after I heard the terrible news about poor Harry at your
escadrille," Nellie broke in, to say to Tom and Jack. "I--I suppose
you haven't had any--word?" she faltered.

"Not yet," Jack answered. "But we may get it any day now--or they
may, back there," and he nodded to indicate the air headquarters he
and Tom had left. "You know we're going to be under Pershing soon,"
he added.

"So you wrote me," said Bessie. "I'm glad, though it's all in the
same good cause. Well, as I was saying, Nellie came to our
hospital-I call it ours though I have such a small part in it," she
interjected. "She was introduced to us as an American, and of
course we made friends at once."