"
We pointed out that it was not much for a whole mission. He still
refused. So Jo got up and made a little speech. It was a nasty little
speech, but they deserved it, for we had found that they had bread.
She pointed out that the English Missions had now been working in Serbia
for a year, gratis; that no matter if we got no transport we were going
to get to England, and that it would not look well in the English papers
if we wrote a true account of our experiences, saying that they had
allowed the English Missions to starve. The threat of publicity finished
him. He grumbling consented to give us ten loaves in addition to our own
to last for two days. Not daring to leave them, and to send an orderly
for them, we rolled them up in Jo's overcoat and staggered down the road
to the hospital.
On the way we met an old Serbian peasant woman. She walked for a while
with us, turning her eyes to heaven and crying--
"What times we live in. Only God can help, only God."
At the hospital we met Sir Ralph Paget.
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