The Wellingsford Hospital rang with her praises and glistened with her scrubbing brush.

She was the Admirable Crichton of the institution.

What with men going off to the war and women going off to make munitions, there were never-ending temporary gaps in the staff.
And there was never a gap that Mrs.Tufton did not triumphantly fill.
The pride of Betty, who had wrought this reformation, was simply monstrous.

If she had created a real live angel, wings and all, out of the dust-bin, she could not have boasted more arrogantly.

Being a member of the Hospital Committee, I must confess to a bemused share in the popular enthusiasm.