I was only making things worse.'
'I can hardly believe that! Couldn't you just have kept Miss
Bremerton's work going till she came back?'
'I tried,' said Pamela stiffly, 'and it didn't do.'
'Perhaps she attempts too much. But she seemed to me to be very
sensible and human. And--did you hear about the ash trees?'
'No,' said Pamela shortly, her foot nervously beating the ground.
'It doesn't matter. Of course I know she's the cleverest person
going. But I can't get on with her--that's all! I'm going to take up
nursing--properly. I'm making enquiries about the London Hospital. I
want to be a real Army nurse.'
'Will your father consent?'
'Fathers can't stop their daughters from doing things--as they used
to do!' said Pamela, with her chin in the air.
She had moved away from him; her soft gaiety had disappeared; he
felt her all thorns. Yet some perversity made him try to argue with
her. The war--pray the Lord!--might be over before her training as
an Army nurse was half done. Meanwhile, her V.A.
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