Now Anna....

See what you're about!" The school was spotlessly clean.

In the schoolroom the rough benches were marked with names and crosses.

On the whitewashed walls were coloured maps of Galicia and tables of the Austrian kings and queens; on the blackboard still an unfinished arithmetical sum and on the master's desk a pile of exercise books.
In a moment everything was changed; the sanitars had turned the schoolroom into a dormitory, another room was to be our dining-room, another a bedroom for the Sisters.

In the high raftered kitchen our midday meal was already cooking; the little cobbled court was piled high with luggage.