"The Commandant tells me they're very proud of your case at the hospital, Percy! They flatter themselves they've saved your leg where some surgeons would have amputated.

You seem very comfortable here.

It's a nice ward." "Oh, yes, they're angelic to me.

I'm a spoilt child, I can tell you.

I was lucky to get into a 'Red Cross.' They're stuffing us here all day, and those chaps that can go about are having the time of their lives--motor drives, tea parties, concerts, and all the rest of it! The Prestwick people regularly fete them.