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sufficient warmth, and the chill striking up from the ground penetrated
everything.

Took the road to Novi Bazar next day. Miss Brindley joined us with a
parcel of blankets and a knapsack and a mackintosh lent by a friend. She
had lost her boots, or the local cobbler had lost them, but most
appropriately a motor had arrived and on it was a pair of new soldier's
boots unclaimed. She took them, cut the feet of a pair of indiarubber
Wellingtons and pulled them over her stockings, and put a smile on her
face which never came off in spite of any fatigue.

Hilder and Antonio went off with Sir Ralph's box. The "Stobarts" wished
us good luck, and away we clattered over the rickety bridge, up through
the town and out into the Novi Bazar road. The surface was fairly good,
and the day turned brilliant. We had left the six sisters and their
luggage behind with their respective units, and so had four extra
waggons to carry our stuff. We rattled along cheerily, only dismounting
at the occasional patches of mud which we met.

After a while we decided to lunch. We came to a cafe and halted.

"Have you coffee?" we asked.

"Ima."

"Will you give us all coffee?"

"We have no sugar," said the hostess; so we had no coffee.

We got out a tin of biscuits and lunched on those. As we were passing
them round a soldier stopped.

"What are you selling those for?" he asked, under the impression that we
were a travelling shop. We gave him some, to his great astonishment.

On we went again. Down below us in a field the corporal spotted a
hayrick. Like stage villains the coachmen clambered down the hill, each
with a rope--spoil from the discarded tents. They attacked the rick and
soon nothing was left. As they staggered back, each hidden beneath an
enormous load of hay--looking themselves like walking ricks--a Turk in
black and white clothes ran down from above furiously brandishing a
three-pronged fork.

"What are you doing?" he yelled.

The corporal stood stiffly and said--

"It is war. We are the State. It is of no value for you to preach."

The owner went dolefully down the hill, and stood looking at where his
stack had been.

"We have again prevented those Germans from stealing good hay," said the
corporal with satisfaction. Each cart looked not unlike a hay wain
returning from the fields, and we scrambled up on to the top feeling
like children in the autumn. After we had gone a mile we began to wonder
why we had given the