ons, and she had left her luggage for Miss ---- to carry from
Ostend to England. There was a yellow tin box and a suit-case. Dr.
Hanson's best clothes and her cases of surgical instruments were in the
suit-case and all the things she didn't particularly care about in the
tin box. Or else the best clothes and the surgical instruments were in
the tin box, and the things she didn't particularly care about in the
suit-case. As we were certainly going to take both boxes, it didn't seem
to matter much which way round it was.

Then there was Mr. Foster's green canvas kit-bag to be taken to
Folkestone and sent to him at the Victoria Hospital there.

And there was a British Red Cross lady and her luggage--but we didn't
know anything about the lady and her luggage yet.

We found them at the _Kursaal_ Hospital, where some of our ambulances
were waiting.

By this time the courtyard, the steps and terraces of the Hospital were
a scene of the most ghastly confusion. The wounded were still being
carried out and still lay, wrapped in blankets, on the terraces; those
who could sit or stand sat or stood. Ambulance cars jostled each other
in the courtyard. Red Cross nurses dressed for departure were grouped
despairingly about their luggage. Other nurses, who were not dressed
for departure, who still remained superintending the removal of their
wounded, paid no attention to these groups and their movements and their
cries. The Hospital had cast off all care for any but its wounded.

Women seized hold of other women for guidance and instruction, and
received none. Nobody was rudely shaken off--they were all, in fact,
very kind to each other--but nobody had time or ability to attend to
anybody else.

Somebody seized hold of the Commandant and sent us both off to look for
the kitchen and for a sack of loaves which we would find in it. We were
to bring the sack of loaves out as quickly as we could. We went off and
found the kitchen, we found several kitchens; but we couldn't find the
sack of loaves, and had to go back without it. When we got back the lady
who had commandeered the sack of loaves was no more to be seen on the
terrace.

While we waited on the steps somebody remarked that there was a German
aeroplane in the sky and that it was going to drop a bomb. There was. It
was sailing high over the houses on the other side of the street. And it
dropped its bomb right in front of us, above an enormous building not
fifty yards away.