The eldest daughter settled down with her head in Jo's hip, having
failed to get Miss Brindley alongside. She gazed longingly at Miss
Brindley from Jo's lap, and asking for all the data possible as to her
life.
"A devoika (girl), free, travelling from a country so far away that it
would take three months in an oxcart to get there."
"Oh, how wonderful!"
They gave us a tiny room and two benches--much too small for the whole
company; so some slept outside on the balcony.
The professor was in the adjoining inn, so we guessed it must be the
best; but a young French sailor, from the wireless in Podgoritza, who
came to gossip with us, said there was nothing to choose.
He was champing, as the Government were commandeering the wireless
company's motor cars right and left using them to cart benzine; and now
they were going to send a refugee Serb officer's family to Podgoritza in
his motor, leaving him sitting.
We spent the next morning waiting for the motor, not knowing if it would
arrive or no.
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