ABSTRACT
EARLY that afternoon, after her mother had left the Trellis House, Rose went upstairs to her own room. She had been working very hard all that morning, helping to give some last touches of prettiness and comfort to the fine, airy rooms at ‘Robey’s,’ which had now been transformed into Sir Jacques Robey’s Red Cross Hospital. 72 As a matter of fact, everything had long been ready for the wounded who, after having been awaited with anxious impatience for weeks, were now announced as being due to arrive to-morrow.
