that time, and suddenly disappearing, and a man with a bird cage in his hand bumped flat into me and knocked me down. Tish, however, had moved on without noticing, and when I caught up to her she was standing beside a wide door which was open, staring in.
"This is the place," she said. And just then half a dozen men poured out through the doorway and ran along the street. Tish drew a long breath.
"You see?" she said. "Providence watches over those whose motives are pure, even if compelled to certain methods"
There was a terrible crash at that moment down the street, followed by glass falling all round us.
"which are not entirely ethical," Tish continued calmly. "We might as well go inside, Lizzie. They may drop another, and we shall never have such a chance again."
"I can't walk, Tish," I said in a quavering voice. "My knees are bending backward."
"Fiddlesticks!" she replied scornfully and stalked inside.
I have since reflected on Tish during that air raid, on the calm manner in which she filled the gasoline tank of her ambulance, on the way in which she flung out six empty ice-cream freezers,
