"It's a little too hot up by the trenches," said the nurse; "we'll take the Furnes road."
"It was a wet night, last night," commented she, after they had trudged along for a few minutes.
"Are you going to walk me to Furnes?" asked Hilda.
"You're losing your prairie zip," retorted Mrs. Bracher. "You ought to be glad of the air, after that smelly straw."
"The air is better than the mud," returned Hilda, holding up a boot, which had gathered part of the roadway to itself.
"We'll be there in a minute," said the nurse.
"Where's there?" asked Hilda.
"Right here," answered Mrs. Bracher.
They had come to the deserted farm-house where she had once met with her delay and where she had knocked in vain.