"It's enough
to see you."
A step behind her diverted her attention from Barry. Barry ran up the
steps, and taking the V. A. D. by the hand, led her down.
"I want you to meet a friend of mine," he said and introduced Paula.
Paula's eyes, keen as a knife-point, were upon the V. A. D.'s face.
"I'm glad to know you," she said frankly, offering her hand.
"Principally," she added, with a little laugh, "because you know Barry."
The V. A. D. bowed with the slight reserve characteristic of her, and
took Paula's hand.
"I, too, am pleased," she said, "to meet a friend of Captain Dunbar."
Then she added with increased cordiality, "and I'm glad to meet an
American in France. I know your matron, and some of the nurses."
"Good!" cried Paula. "Now, then, you'll both of you take lunch with me."
The V. A. D. demurred.
"Of course you will," cried Paula. "Oh, Barry, I'm just ready to die
from seeing you again. Come along!" she cried, impulsively, catching
the V. A. D. by the arm. "Come along and park your buzzwagon here beside
mine.
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