When Hilda came back to consciousness she was lying on the other side of the room among leather pillows on a deep leather couch and someone was holding a glass of something to her lips. A big electric fan was moving over her and the kindly gray-haired soldier was standing near and asking if she felt better.
Hilda was much ashamed that she had shown her weakness and tried to sit up, protesting that she was all right now, but her white face and trembling body belied her words. The officer told her to stay where she was for a while and asked if there was anything he could get for her, or did she wish him to send for her friends. Then Hilda fully came to her senses and sat up in spite of his protests, looking wildly about for her suitcase. What if someone had stolen it from her while she was
