I won't believe it.

In Europe things are different, and the hospitals are made fitting places for women to visit and dwell in." It would have helped her much if she could have known that the Crimean hospitals, in which Florence Nightingale won world-wide fame, lacked immeasurably of the conveniences and comforts with which American ingenuity and lavish generosity mitigated somewhat the wretchedness of army hospitals.
Lying still became unendurable, she rose, in hopes that action might bring some sort of relief.

Such plain toilet was made as the very limited means at her command permitted.

The scant privacy afforded by her room was another torture.

Maiden modesty suggested a Peeping Tom at every yawning crack in the planking.
At least, neatly attired in a serviceable gray frock, with a dainty white collar at her throat, and her satiny hair brushed smoothly over her forehead, she opened her door and stepped out into the main ward room.
A murmur of appreciation arose from those who looked upon her, and the sick ceased groaning, to feast their eyes upon the fair, fresh apparition of sweet young womanhood.