"We've got more to thank your lordship for than common help," she said.
"God Almighty knows where we'd all ha' been but for what you've done.
Those poor souls you've nursed and fed----"
"I've not done it," he broke in promptly. "You're mistaken; I could not
have done it. How could I?"
"Well," exclaimed the matron frankly, "we WAS wondering where things
came from."
"You might well wonder. Have any of you seen Lady Anstruthers' sister,
Miss Vanderpoel, ride through the village? She used sometimes to ride
this way. If you saw her you will remember it.'
"The 'Merican young lady!" in ejaculatory delight. "My word, yes! A
fine young woman with black hair? That rich, they say, as millions won't
cover it."
"They won't," grimly. "Lord Dunholm and Lady Alanby of Dole kindly sent
cheques to help us, but the American young lady was first on the field.
She sent both doctors and nurses, and has supplied us with food and
medicine every day. As you say, Mrs. Brown, God Almighty knows what
would have become of us, but for what she has done."
Mrs. Brown had listened with rather open mouth. She caught her breath
heartily, as a sort of approving exclamation.
"God bless her!" she broke out.
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