“I know,” said Rosanna. “There were what they called undergraduate nurses at the Norton Infirmary and they wore a different uniform. But they were all pretty, and so good to me.”
“Well, you can’t do much on what Gwenny’s mother makes,” said Helen.
Elise sighed. “It is so sad,” she declared. “Do the robber taxes attack her also?”
“No; she has nothing to attack,” laughed Helen.
“Is Mees Gwenny a Girl Scout?” asked Elise.
“No, but her sister Mary is. She went in about the time Rosanna joined, but she does not belong to our group. They live in another part of the city.”
“Will my allowance help?” asked Elise. “I will give it so gladly. Ma maman is so good, so generous! I never can spend the half. I save it to help a little French child, but surely if Mees Gwenny is your dear friend and she suffers——”
“She suffers all right,” declared Helen. “Oh, Rosanna, we have got to think up some way to help her! I am going to ask mother.”
“Helen, do you remember what our Captain said at the very last meeting? No, you were not there; I remember now. She said that we must learn to act for ourselves and not forever be asking help from our families. She said that we should always consult them before we made any important move, but she wanted us to learn to use our own brains. Now it does look to me as though this was a time to use all the brains we have. Think how wonderful it would be if we could only do this ourselves!”