on night duty and she'd been asleep. She wasn't expecting any one."
While we were talking she was undressing me, and when I was undressed, except for the bandages, she washed me, very gently and smoothly. The washing felt very good. There was a bandage on my head but she washed all around the edge.
"Where were you wounded?"
"On the Isonzo north of Plava."
"Where is that?"
"North of Gorizia."
I could see that none of the places meant anything to her.
"Do you have a lot of pain?"
"No. Not much now."
She put a thermometer in my mouth.
"The Italians put it under the arm," I said.
"Don't talk."
When she took the thermometer out she read it and.then shook it.
"What's the temperature?"
"You're not supposed to know that."
"Tell me what it is."
"It's almost normal."
"I never have any fever. My legs are full of old iron too."
"What do you mean?"
"They're full of trench-mortar fragments, old screws and bed-springs and things."
She shook her head and smiled.
"If you had any foreign bodies in your legs they would set up an inflammation and you'd have fever."
"All right," I said. "We'll see what comes out."
She went out of the room and came back with the
