had been left behind, so General Phillips decided to send an ambulance
and two or three men back to the post for them, and to get the mail at
the same time. It so happened that Burt, our own striker, was one of
the men detailed to go, and when I heard this I at once thought of the
puppy I wanted so much. I managed to see Burt before he started, and
when asked if he could bring the little dog to me he answered so
heartily, "That I can, mum," I felt that the battle was half won, for
I knew that if I could once get the dog in camp he would take care of
him, even if I could not.

Burt brought him and kept him in his tent that night, and the little
fellow seemed to know that he should be good, for Burt told me that he
did not whimper once, notwithstanding it was his first night from his
mother and little companions. The next morning, when he was brought to
me, Faye's face was funny, and after one look of astonishment at the
puppy he hurried out of the tent--so I could not see him laugh, I
think. He is quite as pleased as I am, now, to have the dog, for he
gives no trouble whatever. He is fed condensed milk, and I take care
of him during the day and Burt has him at night. He is certainly much
better behaved in the ambulance than either of the small boys who step
upon our feet, get into fierce fights, and keep up a racket generally.
The mothers have been called upon to settle so many quarrels between
their sons, that the atmosphere in the ambulance has become quite
frigid.

The day we came from the post, while I was grieving for the little
greyhound and many other things I had not been permitted to bring with
me, and the rocking-chair was bruising my ankles, I felt that it was
not dignified in me to submit to the treatment I was being subjected
to, and I decided to rebel. Mrs. Barker and her small son had been