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"I like it."
"But you have always had such an easy life, Miss Gray."
Drusilla smiled. "It may have looked easy to you. But I give you my
word that keeping up with the social game is harder than this."
"You say that," Hilda told her crisply, "not because it's true, but
because it sounds true. Do you mean to tell me that you like to be
muddy and dirty and live in a place like this?"
"Yes, I like it." Something flamed in the back Of Drusilla's eyes. "I
like it because it means something, and the other didn't."
"Well, I don't like it," Hilda stated. "But nursing is all I am fit
for. I came over with a lot of other nurses, and they tell me at the
hospital I am the best of the lot--and in war times you can't afford to
miss the experience. But then I am used to a hard life, and you are
not."
"Neither are the men in the trenches used to it. That's the standard I
apply to myself--for every hard thing I am doing, it is ten times
harder for them. I wish all the people at home could see how wonderful
they are."
"That's Jean McKenzie's word--wonderful. Everything was wonderful, and
now she has married Derry Drake.
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