h, and others
are being organised."

They turned in at the gate and found themselves in a beautiful
quadrangle, set out with grass plots and flowers and cement walks. The
building itself, an ancient royal palace, had been enlarged by means of
sun-parlours and porches which gave it an air of wonderful cheeriness
and brightness.

"I will run in and see if any of my friends are about," said the V. A.
D. "Wait here for me. Unless you care to come in," she added.

"No, I will wait here. I don't just feel like meeting strangers but,
if there are Canadians in the hospital, I should like to see them.
And perhaps you can discover where my chief can be found, if you don't
mind."

Hardly had she passed within the door, when another car came swiftly to
the gate and drew up a little in front of Barry's. A girl leaped from
the wheel and with a spring in her step, which spoke of a bounding
vitality, ran up the steps.

What thought caught her it is difficult to say, but on the topmost step
she spun around and looked straight into Barry's eyes.

"Paula!" he shouted, and was out of the car and at the foot of the
steps, with hand outstretched, when, with a single touch of her foot to
the steps, she was at him, with both hands reaching for his.

"Barry, oh, Barry! It can't be you!" she panted. Her face went red, then
white, then red again. "Oh, it's better than a drink to see you. Whence,
how, why, whither? Oh, never mind answering," she went on. "It's enough
to see you."

A step behind her diverted her attention from Barry. Barry ran up the
steps, and taking the V. A. D. by the hand, led her down.

"I want you to meet a friend of mine," he said and introduced Paula.

Paula's eyes, keen as a knife-point, were upon the V. A. D.'s face.

"I'm glad to know you," she said frankly, offering her hand.
"Principally," she added, with a little laugh, "because you know Barry."

The V. A. D. bowed with the slight reserve characteristic of her, and
took Paula's hand.

"I, too, am pleased," she said, "to meet a friend of Captain Dunbar."
Then she added with increased cordiality, "and I'm glad to meet an
American in France. I know your matron, and some of the nurses."

"Good!" cried Paula. "Now, then, you'll both of you take lunch with me."

The V. A. D. demurred.

"Of course you will," cried Paula. "Oh, Barry, I'm just ready to die
from seeing you again. Come along!" she cried, impulsively, catching
the V. A. D. by the arm. "Come al