He will need you." Her voice aroused him.

He glanced at her face.
"Oh, it's you!" he cried.
It was the little V.A.D.
"Don't rise," she said, putting her hand on his shoulder, and pointing to his father.

"Drink this first." She handed him an eggnog.

"Now take your tea." There was a quiet authority about her that compelled obedience.

He ate in silence while she stood beside him.