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He ate in silence while she stood beside him. He was too
weary and too sick at heart to talk, but he gradually became aware that
the overpowering sense of loneliness that had been with him all day was
gone.
When he had finished his slight meal, he whispered to her:
"I wish I could thank you, but I can't. I did need it. You have helped
me greatly."
"You are better now," she said softly. "It's very, very hard for you, so
far from home, and from all your friends."
"There is no one else," said Barry simply. "We have no one but just
ourselves."
At this point his father opened his eyes bright and very wide-awake.
The V. A. D. began to gather up the tea things. Barry put out his hand
and touched her arm.
"Dad, this is your night nurse. She was very kind to me last night, and
again to-night. This is Miss Vincent."
The brightness of the V. A. D.'s smile outshone his own.
"I'm not a real nurse," she said. "I'm only a V. A. D., you know. They
use me to wash the floors and dishes, and for all sorts of odd jobs.


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