Mabel sat up suddenly. “You mean the train you were on?”
Nancy nodded and gave her a hasty sketch of what had happened, and their work with the injured.
“Well, if I’m not the daughter of a sloth!” burst forth Mabel. “Here I am letting you give me an alcohol rub when you’ve already been working like a trooper for hours!”
“Oh, I got a bit of sleep coming over in the car, but Miss Lewis suggested that I go to bed again till lunch time. I had breakfast with her just now.”
“Not Captain Mary Lewis?” asked Mabel.
Nancy nodded as she began to take off her clothes.
“Well, aren’t you the lucky bloke!” exclaimed Mabel. “Hobnobbing with the majors and captains on the very day of your arrival.”
“It just happened that way.”
“Think of the chance you had to prove to ’em right off the bat what stuff you’re made of. Some people do have all the luck.”
Nancy didn’t know just what to make of this talkative roommate, but she was too tired to care just then. She found her rumpled pajamas in the zipper bag and got them out. In the meantime Mabel was painfully putting on her uniform to report to class.