told him the tale.

"We won't run you in, not us," he declared stoutly, in concert with the
policeman.

"What were we doing?" I asked, as he looked at his stop-watch.

"Thirty and a fraction over," he replied. "Only thirty!" I exclaimed, in
a disappointed voice, "I thought we were doing _at least_ forty!"

"First time anyone's ever said that to _me_, Miss," he said; "it's usual
for them to swear it wasn't a mile above twenty!"

"A couple o' sports," the policeman murmured again.

"I think _you're_ the couple of sports," I said laughing.

"Well," said the stop-watch man, lifting his cap, "we won't keep you any
longer, Miss, a pleasant afternoon to you, and (with a knowing look)
there's _nothing_ on the road from here to Cobham!"

Of course the Morgan broke all records after that!

Unfortunately, in July, I was obliged to undergo an operation on my
right foot, where it had been injured. By great good luck it was
arranged to be done in the sister's sick ward at the hospital. It was
not successful though, and at the end of August a second was performed,
bringing the total up to six, by which time I loathed chloroform more
than anything else on earth.

Before I returned to the convent again, the King and Queen with Princess
Mary came down to inspect the hospital.

It was an imposing picture. The sisters and nurses in their white caps
and aprons lined the steps of the old red-brick, Georgian House, while
on the lawn six to seven hundred limbless Tommies were grouped, forming
a wonderful picture in their hospital blue against the green.

I was placed with the officers under the beautiful cedar trees and had a
splendid view, while on the left the different limb makers had models of
their legs and arms. The King and Queen were immensely interested and
watched several demonstrations, after which they came and shook each one
of us by hand, speaking a few words. I was immensely struck by the
King's voice and its deep resonant qualities. It is wonderful, in view
of the many thousands he interviews, that to each individual he gives
the impression of a real personal interest.

I soon returned to the convent, and there in the beautiful gardens
diligently practised walking with the help of two sticks. The joy of
being able to get about again was such that I could have wept. The
Tommies at the hospital took a tremendous interest in my progress.
"Which one is it?" they would call as I went there each morning. "Pick
it up,