“Everything, but especially bandages.”
“Have you been over to St. Paul’s Church? The ladies are working there to-night.”
“Yes, ma’am, I’ve been over there, but they’re not working for the hospital; they’re making sand-bags for fortifications.”
“And where are you from?”
“I’m a Louisiana Tiger, ma’am,” answered the man proudly.
“You don’t look much like it now,” said the woman, smiling.
“No, I guess the lamb is more like me now, but just wait until I get well enough to go to the front again,” admitted the soldier cheerfully.
At this moment one of the ladies who had been working in the other room came in carrying a small packet of bandages done up in a coarse brown paper.
“Oh, Miss Kittridge,” said Mrs. Varney, “here is the gentleman who——”
Miss Kittridge was a very business-like person.