"At all events, Miss Vivian never did that--and she was pretty to look at. Every one is hideous at the works--especially Jawbones." "And who," Mrs. Potter distantly inquired, "is Jawbones?" Her tone implied that there were nick-names _and_ nicknames, and that those in use amongst the _habituées_ of the munitions-factory would meet with little or no admiration from the refined inhabitants of the Hostel. "That's what we call the Superintendent," Tony said airily. Miss Delmege, her lips drawn into an extremely thin line, uttered her solitary contribution to the conversation, before retiring with marked aloofness to the bedroom where she hoped to defeat her old antagonist, Miss Marsh, by annexing all three screens and the largest kettle of hot water. "I must say, it does seem to me that a happy medium might be found between doing your war work entirely for the sake of whoever's at the head of it, and calling your superintendent '_Jawbones_.'" The conclusion was so irrefutable, that even the new-born independence acquired by the munition-makers could produce no adequate reply. It might even be inferred from the unusual thoughtfulness with which the holland-clad enthusiasts took their departure, that neither was devoid of an occasional pang at the memory of the old days of blind obedience and enthusiastic loyalty to the ideal which Char Vivian, with all her autocratic charm and occasional flashes of kindness, still represented. As Dr. Prince had said, "the Vivians of Plessing stood for the highest in the land." The doctor seldom came to the Hostel now, for time had brought him more work than ever, and he spared himself none of it. Only at Plessing could he sometimes be persuaded to spend half an hour in talking to Grace or Lady Vivian after his medical inspection was over. "A wonderful work you're doing here," he told Joanna with satisfaction. "I wish all our great houses could be turned to such good use--and all our lady-workers too," added the doctor with some significance. "When all's said and done, nursing is women's work and no one else's, and the ruling of hospital discipline and the disposal of cases for Medical Boards, or anything else, ought to be left to the Medical Officer. That's _my_ opinion, right or wrong, and will be till my dying day." To Joanna Vivian, presiding over the altered establishment at Plessing, time brought many outlets for the unquenchable spirit of energy that would always possess her. She brought gaiety to her work, and laughter that was as unofficial as her inveterate habit of referring all questions of discipline to Dr. Prince, and the management of each individual branch to the helper in charge of it. Joanna's staff was not a large one, and each member of it had her own special and peculiar interest in the work given into her hands.