(Voluntary Aid Detachment) appeared.
"What is it, sergeant ?" she inquired, in a soft but rather tired voice.
The sergeant explained, while she listened with mild interest.

Then Barry took up the tale, and proceeded to dilate upon the wretched condition of his comrades, out in the icy rain.

But his story moved the V.A.D.not at all.

She had seen too much of the real misery and horrors of war.

Barry began to feel discouraged, and indeed a little ashamed of himself.
"You see, we have just come over," he said in an apologetic tone, "and we don't know much about war yet." "You are Canadians ?" cried the girl, a new interest dawning in her eyes.
As she came into the light, Barry noticed that they were brown, and that they were very lustrous.
"I love the Canadians," she exclaimed.