20/20 I understand that her furlough has arrived. You'd better get her North on the next transport. I guess that our angels are more popular in our hospitals just now than they would be tuning little gilt harps aloft. We can't spare 'em, Mrs.Craig, and I guess the Most High can wait a little longer." Doctor, ward-master, apothecary, and nurses stood looking down at the slim, fever-flushed shape moving restlessly on the cot--babbling soft inconsequences, staring out of brilliant eyes at nothing. |