ingly; "you'd feel as if you were going to topple over any minute."
"Yes."
"Especially out on the street, when you're alone. I've had the same feeling myself."
"When you were waiting for the trolley car?" inquired the soldier.
"Yes," answered the social worker, who it happened had had a nervous breakdown. "I used to feel as if I were going to drop. I used to have all sorts of queer feelings."
The soldier showed that he was interested. The tears had stopped.
"What did you do?"
"Just grit my teeth and kept on waiting until the car came."
"What happened?"
"Nothing. After I had stuck it out for a while, the feeling didn't come back." Then, taking a turn at questioning, "Do you find it worse in the morning or at night?"
"Won't you sit down?" the soldier interrupted with a nod toward the chair near the foot of the bed. "It's worse in the afternoon, I always feel weaker then. I guess I get tired by the work at the vocational school. I always feel faint."
