I know how anxious you have been. Sherry is out of danger, he rounded
the corner today, and there isn't much doubt about his recovery.
But if you had ever seen the day I arrived—! I got to St. Margaret's in
the afternoon, tumbled into the first cab that stood outside the
station; begged the driver to lose no time getting to the hospital, and
went rattledly banging over the rough streets as though we were fleeing
from the German army. The hospital was filled to overflowing with the
survivors of the wreck, all of whom had been brought into the port of
St. Margaret's. Beds were everywhere—in the offices, in the corridors,
in the entries. It took me some time to locate Sherry because there