experiences now, aren't we?' She and I
had often compared notes, and said how we would like to be in the thick
of everything--at last we were. I have never seen anyone with greater
courage, or anyone who was more unmoved under all circumstances.

"Under our little Doctor bricks had to be made, whether there was straw
or not!

"In this same hospital at Krushevatz she had ordered me to get up
bathing arrangements for the sick and wounded. There was not a corner in
which to make a bath-room, or a can, and only a broken pump 150 yards
away across mud and swamp. There was no wood to heat the water, and
nothing to heat it in even if we had the wood. I admit I could not
achieve the desired arrangement. Elsie took the matter in hand herself,
finding I was no use, and in one day had a regular supply of hot water,
and baths for the big Magazine, where lay our sick, screened off with
sheets, and regular baths were the order of the day from that time
forth.

"One never ceased to admire the tireless energy, the resourcefulness,
and the complete unselfishness of that little woman who spent herself
until the last moment, always in the service of others."

"At last, on the 9th of February, our hospital was emptied.[14] The
chronic invalids had been 'put on commission' and sent to their
homes. The vast majority of the men had been removed to Hungary,
and the few remaining, badly wounded men who would not be fit for
months, taken over to the Austrian hospitals.

"On the 11th we were sent north under an Austrian guard with fixed
bayonets. Great care was taken that we should not communicate with
anyone _en route_. At Belgrade, however, we were put into a
waiting-room for the night, and after we had crept into our
sleeping-bags we were suddenly roused to speak to a Serbian woman.
The kindly Austrian officer in charge of us said she was the wife
of a Serbian officer in Krushevatz, and that if we would use only
German we might speak to her. She wanted news of her husband. We
were able to reassure her. He was getting better--he was in the
Gymnasium. 'Vrylo dobra' ('Very well'), she said, holding both our
hands. 'Vrylo, vrylo dobra,' we said, looking apprehensively at the
officer. But he only laughed. Probably his Serbian, too, was equal
to that. That was the last Serbian we spoke to in Serbia, and we
left her a little happier. And thus we came