d in Nellie's ward.

So Jack and his burden appeared before Nellie. She of course looked very
much surprised to see him, but the smile on her pretty face told Jack
his coming was most welcome to Harry's sister. Nellie thought a great
deal of Tom Raymond but she liked Jack also.

"Put the child on this empty cot, and then tell me all about her," said
Nellie. "Who is she and how do you come to be bringing her here? I hope
it isn't because the poor baby has been injured; though those Boches
seem to be equal to anything that is cruel and terrible."

"I'll be only too glad to explain everything, Nellie," Jack said, after
he had done as she told him, and watched, perhaps half enviously, while
the tender-hearted nurse bent over and kissed sleeping Jeanne on her
forehead. "Can you spare a little time just now? The story isn't going
to be very long; although I'm in no hurry to get back."

"It happens that we're through much sooner than usual tonight," she
assured him. "And besides, I'll ask Mollie King to look after my
patients, as hers were mostly taken south in the last detachment of
ambulances bound for the base hospitals. Here, sit down on this bench,
Jack, and I'll be back in a minute. But first, how is Tom?"

On the young nurse's return Jack told his story in detail. Nellie
listened with deep interest. She would have been better satisfied if
modest Jack had only been more enlightening with regard to his thrilling
engagement with the Hun fliers; but then she knew his failings did not
lie in the field of boasting, and so she had to picture those incidents
for herself.

Jack was more inclined to go into details when Jeanne came into the
story.

"Here's the paper that was in the gold locket, Nellie," he told her.
"Read it for yourself. You can get the meaning of the French a heap
better than I ever could. It'll make the tears come in your eyes though,
when you picture that poor woman dying there, one child carried off by
that villain of a relative, and the other about to be cast adrift on a
world at war."

"How dreadful it all is, Jack!" said the nurse, after she had finished
reading the crumpled bit of paper that held such a tragic story. "Now
tell me why you have brought little Jeanne to me?"

"Because, Nellie," said Jack, "Tom and I knew we could depend on your
warm heart to manage somehow or other. She's got to have shoes and
clothes, and then be placed in the charge of some decent person until
Tom and I can com