But in this one I have written you that my mother's letters and pictures are to be yours--when I have a chance I'll draw it in legal form.

And, dear, first be perfectly sure I'm dead, and then destroy my mother's letters without reading them; and then look upon her face.

And I think you will forgive me when I tell you that it is for her sake that I can never marry.

But you will not understand why." Over this letter Ailsa had little time to wonder or to make herself wretched, for that week orders came to evacuate the Farm Hospital and send all sick and wounded to the General Hospital at Alexandria.
A telegram arrived, too, from Miss Dix, who was authorised to detail nurses by the Secretary of War, ordering the two nurses of Sainte Ursula's Sisterhood to await letters of recommendation and written assignments to another hospital to be established farther south.

But where that hospital was to be built nobody seemed to know.
A week later a dozen Protestant women nurses arrived at Alexandria, where they were made unwelcome.