I watched over his convalescence and learned that his own mother was not living, so when he was well once more and ready to return to duty, I adopted him as my "_fils de guerre_," and to this day I hear from him twice a month--and such letters! Full of his battles and his play at the rest billets--his dreams and his hopes. He is France at her best, with the love of youth and life and country in his heart. There were sights on that battlefield you never forget--never. It was the bodies of Frenchwomen left dead by the Germans that haunt me--the women they dragged from captured France and took with them to their trenches. We used to thank God when we came upon these girls that we found them dead. At least these few were out of their unfathomable depths of misery at last. After ten months of nursing in France, the doctors ordered a rest--no--commanded it, so I left the service and went to England to visit an old schoolmate, now married. Her husband was at the front, but her father, a peer, whose name is a great one in England, lived with her. He had known me since childhood. He was very fond of me. He was a man of great importance to the government, but he had a delightful way of dropping all the cares of State, once he reached home, and of romping with his two tiny grandsons whom he adored. In their home I found the quiet I craved, and, as I grew stronger, I longed to get back once more to duty. I knew so well the desperate need for trained workers. My friends sensed my growing restlessness and Violet's father spoke of it at dinner one evening. "Why not join the British army?" he asked me. "I'll try to get you a good post." There were a number of guests present, and, as Sir Arthur sat quite far from me, I did not catch what he had said. But Violet had. She leaned across and called to me. "You aren't listening to father--he means you." I turned toward him eagerly. "Why not join the British ranks?" he repeated. "You say you feel fit again and want to get out there. Well, I'll give you a chance to prove it." I didn't believe he half meant it, for his eyes twinkled; but I caught at it. "I cannot get to the front soon enough to please me," I cried. "Just try me and see," and no more was said about it. The days passed and the lovely English summer changed into autumn. I felt splendidly. One day I came in from a long walk. I glowed with health. I just knew that I could not remain idle another instant. I found Violet in the nursery with her babies. I told her I must go. She laughed at me.