Chapter I. At the Sign of the Good Samaritan

"That it may please Thee to preserve all that travel by land or by water . . . all sick persons, and young children."--THE LITANY.

"I love my love with a H‘aitch, because he‘s ‘andsome--"

Tilda turned over on her right side--she could do so now without pain-- and lifting herself a little, eyed the occupant of the next bed. The other six beds in the ward were empty.

"I ‘ate ‘im, because--look ‘ere, I don‘t believe you‘re listenin‘?"

The figure in the next bed stirred feebly； the figure of a woman, straight and gaunt under the hospital bedclothes. A tress of her hair had come uncoiled and looped itself across the pillow--reddish auburn hair, streaked with grey. She had been brought in, three nights ago, drenched, bedraggled, chattering in a high fever； a case of acute pneumonia. Her delirium had kept Tilda--who was preternaturally sharp for her nine years--awake and curious during the better part o

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