Soldier: (curtly.) “No, I believe not.”
Lady: “Is there nothing I can do for you?”
Soldier: “No! I think not.”
Lady: “Oh! I do want to do something for you. Can’t I wash your hands and face?”
Soldier: “Well! if you want to right bad, I reckon you can; but, if you do, you will be the fourteenth lady who has done so this morning.”
But the hospital work went on. The women had found their mission:
Fold away all your bright-tinted dresses,
Turn the key on your jewels to-day,
And the wealth of your tendril-like tresses
Braid back in a serious way.