Do you suppose he has forgotten his training, Lloyd?
Let's try him in the morning." "You can make a great game of it," suggested Mrs.Walton.

"Rig up one of the tents for a hospital.

Some of the boys can be wounded soldiers and some of the girls nurses." "All but me," said Lloyd.

"I'll have to be an officer to give the ordahs.
He only knows the French words for that, and the Majah taught them to me." "What can we use for the brassards and costumes ?" said Kitty.
"Elise has an old red apron in the clothes-hamper that we can cut up for crosses," said Mrs.Walton, always ready for emergencies.

"But now to your tents, every man of you, or you'll never be ready to get up in the morning." It was hard to go to sleep in the midst of such strange surroundings, and more than once Lloyd started up, aroused by the hoot of an owl, or the thud of a bat against the side of the tent.