Mrs.Paige heard yesterday that the 8th Lancers were encamped near Paigecourt and asked me to find Mr.Berkley--and deliver a letter----" She smiled, drew from her satchel a letter, and, disengaging her other hand from Celia's, went over to the bed and placed it in Berkley's hands.
"She is quite well," repeated Letty reassuringly; and, to Celia: "She sends her love to you and to your husband and son, and wishes to know how they are and where their regiment is stationed." "You sweet little thing!" said Celia, impulsively taking her into her arms and kissing her pale face.

"My husband and my son are safe and well, thank God, and my cousin, Phil Berkley, is convalescent, and you may tell my sister-in-law that we all were worried most to death at not hearing from her.

And now I'm going to get you a cup of broth--you poor little white-faced child! How did you ever get here ?" "Our ambulance brought me.

We had sick men to send North.

Ailsa couldn't leave, so she asked me to come." She accepted a chair near the bed.