She wore the neat blue dress and apron of a V.A.D.and her white cap was set on hair like spun gold.

She smiled demurely as she arranged the tea-things, and I thought I had never seen eyes at once so merry and so grave.

I stared after her as she walked across the lawn, and I remember noticing that she moved with the free grace of an athletic boy.
'Who on earth's that ?' I asked Blaikie.
'That?
Oh, one of the sisters,' he said listlessly.

'There are squads of them.

I can't tell one from another.' Nothing gave me such an impression of my friend's sickness as the fact that he should have no interest in something so fresh and jolly as that girl.