It was Euphemia!
Somehow or other I tottered to a chair and sank into it, calling feebly for "Water! Water!"
"Water! Stuff and nonsense!" said Euphemia. "A little brandy is what you need! Here you are!"
She held something to my lips and gratefully, but expecting at any moment to awaken from my dream, I drank.
"I carry it in my emergency kit," Euphemia was explaining. "Need it sometimes in my work with the boys!"
"With the boys?" I asked feebly.
If she had forthwith produced, like Galadia, a set of triplets and a single, I should not have been more astonished. In point of fact I was not capable of further astonishment because she had already taken all the astonishment I had.
"Oh! I forgot. You wouldn't know, of course!" she said briskly. "Reconstruction work. I'm on the ambulance—take 'em out for a ride from the hospital and all that. Well, how are you now? Better?"
"I'm as much better as I ever shall be after seeing you in the costume, Euphemia!" I said severely. "I'm surprised at you, I really am!"