"I've no business to be here.

I should be with _them_.

I was just packing this cart for the market when it happened.

Why did I go away?
Oh for shame! I'll go back--to _them_..." And forthwith she turned the dog round and trudged the same way they were going.
At last they came opposite the courtyard of the Villa and saw the lawn and gravel sweep full of helmeted soldiers in green-grey uniform, their bodies hung with equipment--bags, great-coats, rolled-up blankets, trench spades, cartridge bandoliers.

Vivie jumped down quickly, said to her mother in a low firm voice: "Leave everything to me.