with socks, and slippers, and bandages, and warm drinks, and Scripture
texts, and gentle strokings of the hot temples, and stories of that
land where they never have any pain. Men knelt down over the wounded
and said: "On which side did you fight?" Women knelt down over the
wounded and said: "Where are you hurt? What nice thing can I make for
you to eat? What makes you cry?" To-night, while we men are sound
asleep in our beds, there will be a light in yonder loft; there will
be groaning down that dark alley; there will be cries of distress in
that cellar. Men will sleep, and women will watch.