And so, when the day came for her to go forth with other women to do her share of the cooking, washing, cleaning, and later on the more interesting task of putting the huts in order for occupancy, she went with a full understanding of what was required of her and without a word of protest.

The women with whom she toiled from early morn till sombre dusk draped the land were under the immediate direction of a stewardess of many years experience, an Englishwoman whose husband, an engineer, had been killed at the time of the explosions.
Each night she returned to the ship tired and sore but uncomplaining.
Her strong young body stood the test with the hardiest; her spirit was unflinching; her heart in the common cause.

For she looked ahead with a clear, far-seeing eye, and saw not one but many winters in this vast, unguarded prison.

And she wondered,--wondered day and night,--what was ahead of her.
She was young.

The young do not dream of death.