They were! We arrived at the village--no carriages. We agitated. The spy
searcher came out of the cafe--to which he and the "Bad Boy's Diary" man
had driven--and made people run about. They said the carriages had
already gone. We denied it, so they woke up the coachman.
We took the three men to the hospital and went back to sit in the cafe
with our new friends and met many old ones. The local chemist cheered
and promised us a present of mackintosh cotton to celebrate our return.
We had spent Easter morning in his shop eating purple eggs and drinking
tea enlivened with brandy, while the choir came in and chanted beautiful
Easter songs to us.
An hour rolled by, the cafe closed, our friends disappeared. We went to
meet the carriages from the station; at last they arrived, with Mr. Owen
half asleep amidst the kitbags.
It was far into the night when we arrived at our hospital burdened with
our two bags and the copper tray.
The night nurse, a kitten, and a round woolly puppy welcomed us.
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