Once, indeed, she came across the name, in big print, and made a bee-line through the wards for Betty--an offence for which the Matron nearly threw her, there and then, into the street.

It was that of the gallant Colonel of a New Zealand Regiment at Gallipoli.

Betty had to point to the brief biographical note to prove to the distracted woman that the late Colonel Tufton of New Zealand could not be identical with Sergeant Tufton of the Grenadiers.

She regarded Mrs.Tufton as a brand she had plucked from the burning and took a great deal of trouble with her.

On the other hand, I imagine Mrs.Tufton looked upon herself as a very important person, a sergeant's wife, and the confidential intimate of a leading sister at the Wellingsford Hospital.