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.