These little squares of coloured paper interested her mightily--hotel labels.

She was for ever scanning luggage and finding her way about the world, via these miniature pictures.

London, Paris, Rome! There were no hotel labels on the patient's trunk, but there were ship labels; and by these she was able to reconstruct the journey: from New York to Naples, thence to Alexandria; from Port Said to Colombo; from Colombo to Bombay; from Calcutta to Rangoon, thence down to Singapore; from Singapore to Hong-Kong.

The great world outside! She stood motionless beside the trunk, deep in speculation; and thus the doctor found her.
"Well ?" he whispered.
"I believe he is conscious," she answered.

"He just asked for his coat, which he wanted under his pillow." "Conscious; well, that's good news.