Day in, day out, and all night long, with barely an interval for a wash or a change of clothing, the women stayed on, the two always, and the four often, till the engineers built them a little hut for a dressing-station; they stayed till the Germans shelled them out of their little hut.
This is only a part of what they have done. The finest part will never be known, for it was done in solitary places and in the dark, when special correspondents are asleep in their hotels. There was no limelight on the road between Dixmude and Furnes, or among the blood and straw in the cellar at Pervyse.
And Miss Ashley-Smith (who is now Mrs. McDougall)—her escape from Ghent (when she had no more to do there) was as heroic as her return.
Since then she has gone back to the Front and done splendid service in her own Corps, the First Aid Nursing Yeomanry.
M. S.
July 15th, 1915.
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FOOTNOTES:
[1] It would be truer to say she was in love with duty which was often dangerous.
[2] She very soon let us know why. "Followed" is the wrong word.