on the snow. She saw Broussard
standing on the ground, he was in uniform, with his heavy cavalry
overcoat around him, and he was working with the men to drag the
aviator from the machine. They got him out, and putting him on a
stretcher, began to run with their burden toward the hospital. Anita
turned her eyes away. She did not see Mrs. Lawrence run out of the
entrance toward the field, her head bare in the icy cold, and no cloak
around her delicate shoulders. Broussard turned to meet her, and
taking off his cavalry overcoat, put it around the shivering woman, and
half led and half carried her as they followed the stretcher. Then
Anita knew it was Lawrence who was hurt.

Within the entrance there was an excited group of soldiers' wives.
Some said that Lawrence was only slightly hurt; others that every bone
in his body was broken. The chaplain, passing along, reassured them.

"Nothing but a few bruises and scratches," he said. "I asked the
surgeon if I was needed and he told me there was nothing doing in my
line; I am going to the hospital though, to see the man's wife--it is
Mrs. Lawrence. Good afternoon, Anita. Now don't let this trifling
accident break your little heart. It's nothing, I tell you."

Anita passed on, her face pale in spite of the chaplain's words. The
picture of Broussard folding his cape around Mrs. Lawrence's shoulders
was strangely photographed upon her mind. She wished she had not seen
it.

Whenever there was an accident, however small, on the aviation field
the whole post was anxious and quivering. Colonel Fortescue and Anita
were both silent and preoccupied at luncheon, and Mrs. Fortescue, who
never lost her brave cheerfulness, tried to interest them in the dinner
that was to be given that evening, and Anita's music, but without much
success.

"I declare, Jack," cried Mrs. Fortescue, "if I only knew the aviation
days in advance I would never arrange a dinner on one of those days.
You are as solemn as a mute at a funeral, and Anita always looks like a
ghost when she has been out to the aviation field. For my part, I do
not allow myself to see the aviation field nor even to think about it."

"But you say a great many prayers on aviation days," replied Colonel
Fortescue, smiling.

Mrs. Fortescue admitted this, but reminded her husband that she
believed in keeping a stiff spirit.

"The man Lawrence is not much hurt," said Colonel Fortescue. "He
wanted to be taken to his quart