ich was shut, and sat waiting on green chairs
outside. Around us old men were talking of the news in the papers. They
said that Bulgaria was making territorial demands, and as the Balkan
governments covet land above all things they felt pessimistic as to
whether Serbia would concede anything, and said, shaking their heads,
"It will be another Belgium."

We celebrated the opening of the cafe by ordering five Turkish coffees
each, and the schoolmaster and we alternately stood treat. Jo loaded up
with aspirin to deaden a toothache which was worrying her.

We spent a cynical morning in interviews with people who were supposed
to know about missing luggage. Both they and we were aware that the
first hospital which got a wandering packing-case froze on to it, and if
inconvenient people came to hunt for their property the dismayed and
guilty ones hurriedly painted the case, saying to each other, "After all
it's in a good cause, and it's better than if it were stolen."

Then we went to see the powers who can say "no" to those who want to do
pleasant things, and were handed an amendment to a plea for a tour round
Serbia, including the front, which we had sent to them and which had
been pigeon-holed for a month.

"But we don't want to see a lot of monasteries," said Jan, as he gazed
at a little circle drawn round the over-visited part of Serbia. The
powers were adamant and seemed to think they had done very well for us.
We went away sadly, for monasteries had not been the idea at all.

Half an hour later we were pursuing an entirely different object. We had
discovered that Sir Ralph Paget was housing about L1000 worth of stores
destined for Dr. Clemow's hospital--which was in Montenegro--and which
needed an escort. He was somewhat puzzled at our altruistic anxiety to
take them off his hands, but was much relieved at the thought that he
could get rid of them.

We hurried to the station, rescued our knapsacks under the nose of a new
official who looked very much surprised, and boarded the English rest
house near by. English people were sitting in deck chairs outside the
papier-mache house which stood surrounded by a couple of tents and a
wooden kitchen in a field. Austrian prisoners were preparing lunch, and
we were introduced to Seemitch the dog.

Though young, Seemitch was fat and exhibited signs of a much-varied
ancestry. The original Seemitch, an important Serb with long gold
teeth, was very indignant that a dog, and suc