Here the new Sister had installed herself, gentle and pink and full of
quiet murmurs.
The rain, half snow, half sleet, dabbled against the window-pane, and I
lifted the blind to watch the flakes stick and melt on the glass.
The V.A.D., her trays finished, appeared in the doorway. The little room
seemed full of people.
"There's a concert," I said, looking at the V.A.D. with distaste.