pital every day for fittings and at last the day
arrived when I walked along holding on to handrails on each side and
watching my "style" in a glass at the end of the room for the purpose.
My excitement knew no bounds! It was a tedious business at first getting
it to fit absolutely without paining and took some time. I could hear
the men practising walking in the adjoining room to the refrain of the
"Broken Doll," the words being:

"I only lost my leg a year ago.
I've got a 'Rowley,' now, I'd have you know.
I soon learnt what pain was, I thought I knew,
But now my poor old leg is black, and red, white and blue!
The fitter said, 'You're walking very well,'
I told him he could take his leg to ----,
But they tell me that some day I'll walk right away,
By George! and with my Rowley too!"

It was at least comforting to know that in time one would!

Half an hour's fitting was enough to make the leg too tender for
anything more that day, and I discovered to my joy that I was quite
well able to drive a small car with one foot. I was lent a sporting
Morgan tri-car which did more to keep up my spirits than anything else.
The side brake was broken and somehow never got repaired, so the one
foot had quite an exciting time. It was anything but safe, but it did
not matter. One day, driving down the Portsmouth Road with a
fellow-sufferer, a policeman waved his arms frantically in front of us.
"What's happened," I asked my friend, "are we supposed to stop?" "I'm
afraid so," he replied, "I should think we've been caught in a trap."
(One gets into bad habits in France!)

As we drew up and the policeman saw the crutches, he said: "I'm sorry,
sir, I didn't see your crutches, or I wouldn't have pulled you up." The
friend, who happened to be wearing his leg, said, "Oh, they aren't mine,
they belong to this lady." The good policeman was temporarily
speechless. When at last he got his wind he was full of concern. "You
don't say, sir? Well, I _never_ did. Don't you take on, _we_ won't run
you in, Miss," he added consolingly, turning to me. "I'll fix the
stop-watch man." I was beginning to enjoy myself immensely. He regarded
us for some minutes and made a round of the car. "Well," he said at
last, "_I_ call you a couple o' sports!" We were convulsed!

At that moment the stop-watch man hurried up, looking very serious, and
I watched the expression on his face change to one of concern as the
policeman