@@@@"I have at last got into a very comfortable billet.
@@@@As a matter of fact it's a pill factory belonging to an
@@@@eccentric old man called Puteau. All over the house,
@@@@inside and out, he has had painted two huge P's, signifying
@@@@_Pilules_Puteau._ For a long time no use was
@@@@made of the building, as it was thought too good a
@@@@mark. But for some reason or other the Boches have
@@@@left it alone. Be that as it may, one of our fellows
@@@@discovered a very easy way of reaching it from the
@@@@back, and now no one could tell the place is occupied,
@@@@in fact packed, with our fellows. The best point about
@@@@it is that there is a huge sink, as large as a bath. You
@@@@can imagine what a comfort----"

And then the letter broke off. Rose had only left
that part of it she thought would interest her old
nurse. The beginning and the end were not there.

Anna looked at the sheets of closely-written paper
in front of her consideringly. There was not a word
about food or kit -- not a word, that is, which by any
stretch of the imagination could be of any use to a
man like Mr. Head in his business. On the other
hand, there was not a word in the letter which Miss
Rose could dislike any one reading. The old woman
was shrewd enough to know that. She would like
Mr. Head to see that letter, for it would prove to
him that her ladies did receive letters from officers.
And the next one might after all contain something
useful.

She looked up at the kitchen clock. It was now
four o'clock. And then a sudden thought made up
good old Anna's mind for her.

Miss Rose had said she did not want any meat for

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