A.
D. "Wait here for me. Unless you care to come in," she added.
"No, I will wait here. I don't just feel like meeting strangers but,
if there are Canadians in the hospital, I should like to see them.
And perhaps you can discover where my chief can be found, if you don't
mind."
Hardly had she passed within the door, when another car came swiftly to
the gate and drew up a little in front of Barry's. A girl leaped from
the wheel and with a spring in her step, which spoke of a bounding
vitality, ran up the steps.
What thought caught her it is difficult to say, but on the topmost step
she spun around and looked straight into Barry's eyes.
"Paula!" he shouted, and was out of the car and at the foot of the
steps, with hand outstretched, when, with a single touch of her foot to
the steps, she was at him, with both hands reaching for his.
"Barry, oh, Barry! It can't be you!" she panted. Her face went red, then
white, then red again. "Oh, it's better than a drink to see you. Whence,
how, why, whither? Oh, never mind answering," she went on.
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