"Shut the door!" we yell.
They withdraw. The little one who came first is the last to go. "Heathen," she chirps, but shuts the door all the same. We have won.
* *
At noon the hospital inspector arrives and abuses us. He threatens us with clink and all the rest of it. But a hospital inspector is just the same as a commissariat inspector, or any one else who wears a long dagger and shoulder straps, but is really a clerk, and is never considered even by a recruit as a real officer. So we let him talk. What can they do to us, anyway——
"Who threw the bottle?" he asks.
Before I can think whether I should report myself, someone says: "I did."
A man with a bristling beard sits up. Everyone is excited; why should he report himself?
"You?"
"Yes. I was annoyed because we were waked up unnecessarily and lost my senses so that I did not know what I was doing."
He talks like a book.