. A green tent in Flanders. lar, a vegetable garden, too;and I was getting on. Carpenters when theyare good can always make their way. Yousee I mend old furniture. There is so muchin our parts and there is money in it. *What you say interests me. When youare well you shall mend a cupboard of minewhich they tell me is old Sarthe. Ah, you have a cupboard, an old one?Thick heavy walnut wood, four men cannotlift it? I know the kind well. They makenone like that now, all is Ville de Paris, Iwill soon show you what a good job I cando on yours. It shall be like new. Oh,but Im thirsty, parched with th
. A green tent in Flanders. lar, a vegetable garden, too;and I was getting on. Carpenters when theyare good can always make their way. Yousee I mend old furniture. There is so muchin our parts and there is money in it. *What you say interests me. When youare well you shall mend a cupboard of minewhich they tell me is old Sarthe. Ah, you have a cupboard, an old one?Thick heavy walnut wood, four men cannotlift it? I know the kind well. They makenone like that now, all is Ville de Paris, Iwill soon show you what a good job I cando on yours. It shall be like new. Oh,but Im thirsty, parched with thirst! Whenare they coming for me, good sister? How long they have been away. Wekeep his bed warm and peer again and againthrough the windows, across the pondwhere our heedless ducks preen them-selves and cackle, to the closed door of the A GREEN TENT IN FLANDERS 103 operating room. We grow strained andrestless waiting for it to open. Ah, here atlast come the stretcher bearers, the redblankets over the stretcher. We see them. front view only asthey move toward usthrough the bluetwilight. Our doorswings open. Where is theshoulder that comes next, madame.^ In bed 9, But Panquelin.^^ Have theynot finished with him yet? Does one operate on a corpse when somany wait? And could we have stood 104 A GREEN TENT IN FLANDERS much more of this—^his wife, his five chil-dren, his two rooms, his kitchen, his cellar,his little vegetable garden and Ah me,ah me, write gently to my wife!—listeningto that story for two hours with his roundeyes looking at one while they cut oflF hislegs, first one and then the other? gave him a hypodermic and hung upa sheet to screen his legs. He could notsee what they were doing and he felt nopain. Monsieur le major was epatant, butI tell you it was uncanny. One may wellbe seasoned. This is more than surgery;it is horror. Small Parts December 24. We are hurrying on the preparations forChristmas which have occupied everybreathing-space of the week. The d
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