"And the Canadians, too, have chipped in a bit.

We have a Canadian hospital in Paris, for the French, 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.