D. in warm admiration.
"This hospital, you know," turning to Barry, "is perfectly wonderful.
Its equipment! Its appliances! I have often heard our O. C. speak in the
most rapturous envy of the Etaples American Red Cross unit."
"And why should not it be?" cried Paula. "It's a question of money after
all. We are not at war. We put in a few little hospitals here in France.
We have more money thrown at us than we can use. And you talk about
efficiency," she added, turning to the V. A. D. "Good Lord! My pater has
just come back from London, where he was rubbering around with lords and
dukes and things in a disgustingly un-American way I told him, and now
he raves from morning until night over the efficiency of the British.
He's been allowed to see some of their munition works, you know. I
simply had to declaim the American Declaration of Independence to him
three times a day to revive his drooping Democratic sentiments, and I
had to sew Old Glory on to his pajamas so that he might dream proper
American dreams.
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