"
"Yes, they told me that my brother's companion reached here badly
hurt. He is so brave! I wish they would let me help take care of
him. I understand a great deal about wounds, and I'm not at all
afraid of the sight of blood. It was silly of me to faint just now,
but--I--I couldn't help it. I'd been counting so much on seeing
Harry, and when they told me he was gone--"
She covered her face with her hands, and endeavored to repress her
emotion.
"You're not Harry's little sister, are you?" asked Jack, hoping to
change the current of talk into other and happier channels.
"No; that's Mabel--Mab he calls her. She's younger than I. Did he
often speak of her?"
"Oh, yes; and you too!" exclaimed Tom, so warmly that Nellie
blushed, and the damask tint in her hitherto pale cheeks was most
becoming.
"We've seen your picture, and Mab's too," went on Tom. "Harry keeps
them just over his cot in the barracks. But I didn't recognize you
when I saw you a little while ago in the machine. Though I might
have, if so many things hadn't happened all at once, and made me
sort of hazy," Tom explained.
"Then are you and my brother good friends?" asked Nellie.
"The best ever!" exclaimed Tom, and Jack warmly assented. "Not so
many Americans are in this branch of the escadrille as are in
others," Torn went on; "so Harry and Jack and I are a sort of little
trio all by ourselves.
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