For if nothing else was possible, she could always sew and knit for the soldiers.

Pamela was not very good at either, but they did something to lessen the moral thirst in her.
Ah, there was the library door.

Miss Bremerton coming out--perhaps to propose a lesson! Pamela took to flight--noiseless and rapid--among the bosky corners and walks of the old garden.
Elizabeth emerged, clearly perceiving a gleam of vanishing white in the far distance.

She sighed, but not at all sentimentally.

'It's silly how she dislikes me,' she thought.