She went off to the boy. He also was a Canadian officer, and his name was Robin McKay. She lingered awhile in talk.
"Strikes me my military career is over, and I'll just have to hump round real estate in Winnipeg on a wooden leg."
"They aren't going to cut your leg off, you silly boy!" she laughed. "And what do you mean by 'humping round real estate?'"
"I'm a land surveyor. That's to say, my father is. See here: When are they going to send me back? I'm afraid of this country."
"Why?"
"It's so lonesome. I don't know a soul."
"We'll fix that up all right for you," she said cheerily. "Don't worry."
The morning routine of the hospital began. In its appointed course came the time for dressings. Camilla, her nerves under control, went to Shileto.
"I've got to worry you, but I'll try to hurt as little as I can."
"Go ahead. Never mind me."