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After a time Sidney would doze fitfully But by three o'clock she was

always up and dressing After a time the strain told on her Lack of

sleep wrote hollows around her eyes and killed soht color

Between three and four o'clock in theshe was overwhelmed on duty

by a perfecton duty

The old night watchht

nurses wished they ht fasten a bell on hi temperatures; that roused her And

after that caons and the rose hues of dawn

over the roofs Twice in the night, once at supper and again toward dawn,

she drank strong black coffee But after a week or two her nerves were

stretched taut as a string

Her station was in a small room close to her three wards But she sat very

little, as a matter of fact Her responsibility was heavy on her; she hts were fitful, feverish; the

darkened wards stretched away like caverns froht near the

door And from out of these caverns ca of a cup on a bedside, which was the signal of

thirst

The older nurses saved themselves when they could To them, perhaps just a

little weary with ti cup meant not so much