It is dreadful, but I can bear it better like that. The little good sisters of other, different hospitals, the ladies of the Red Cross, the calm and tenderness and prayers, how strange it would seem.
Little 10 laughed.
"Oh, you laugh!" said the patronne, "and all the trouble you make us! Wait till you are well!" She said, "Attends que tu sois guéri, et je te f——trai un coup sur le citron."
Madame Marthe came with the hypodermic syringe and tubes and glasses in a basin. Her hands were trembling. I love her when her hands tremble.
The patronne said to me, "He is off for another little party of billiards."
That meant another operation.
I said, "You don't mind, little 10?"
He said, "Not too much, madame."
I said, "You'll be better to-morrow."