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"
But
,
of
course
,
you
've
been
buried
in
the
country
and
could
n't
know
,
"
Mrs.
Meade
apologized
for
her
.
"
We
have
nursing
committees
for
different
hospitals
and
for
different
days
.
We
nurse
the
men
and
help
the
doctors
and
make
bandages
and
clothes
and
when
the
men
are
well
enough
to
leave
the
hospitals
we
take
them
into
our
homes
to
convalesce
till
they
are
able
to
go
back
in
the
army
.
And
we
look
after
the
wives
and
families
of
some
of
the
wounded
who
are
destitute
--
yes
,
worse
than
destitute
.
Dr.
Meade
is
at
the
Institute
hospital
where
my
committee
works
,
and
everyone
says
he
's
marvelous
and
--
"
"
There
,
there
,
Mrs.
Meade
,
"
said
the
doctor
fondly
.
"
Do
n't
go
bragging
on
me
in
front
of
folks
.
It
's
little
enough
I
can
do
,
since
you
would
n't
let
me
go
in
the
army
.
"
"
'
Would
n't
let
!
'
"
she
cried
indignantly
.
"
Me
?
The
town
would
n't
let
you
and
you
know
it
.
Why
,
Scarlett
,
when
folks
heard
he
was
intending
to
go
to
Virginia
as
an
army
surgeon
,
all
the
ladies
signed
a
petition
begging
him
to
stay
here
.
Of
course
,
the
town
could
n't
do
without
you
.
"
"
There
,
there
,
Mrs.
Meade
,
"
said
the
doctor
,
basking
obviously
in
the
praise
.
"
Perhaps
with
one
boy
at
the
front
,
that
's
enough
for
the
time
being
.
"
"
And
I
'm
going
next
year
!
"
cried
little
Phil
hopping
about
excitedly
.
"
As
a
drummer
boy
.
I
'm
learning
how
to
drum
now
.
Do
you
want
to
hear
me
?
I
'll
run
get
my
drum
.
"
"
No
,
not
now
,
"
said
Mrs.
Meade
,
drawing
him
closer
to
her
,
a
sudden
look
of
strain
coming
over
her
face
.
"
Not
next
year
,
darling
.
Maybe
the
year
after
.
"
"
But
the
war
will
be
over
then
!
"
he
cried
petulantly
,
pulling
away
from
her
.
"
And
you
promised
!
"
Over
his
head
the
eyes
of
the
parents
met
and
Scarlett
saw
the
look
.
Darcy
Meade
was
in
Virginia
and
they
were
clinging
closer
to
the
little
boy
that
was
left
.
Uncle
Peter
cleared
his
throat
.
