“Won’t you let me brew a little tea for you?” asked the Nurse. “Don’t leave me so soon.”
“When do you go on duty?”
“In about ten minutes. It will be easier to-morrow, when we send our sick North. Will you come in to-morrow?”
The Special Messenger shook her head dreamily.
“I don’t know—I don’t know.... Good-by.”
“Are you going on duty?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Now.”