Tuesday, _July 6, 1915._

We went shopping this morning and came home through the park. After

lunch we rested till 2.30, then went for a picnic as it was one of the

nurses' birthdays. We did not go far, only to the top of the hill, but

the view round was magnificent, the lights and shades so perfect. Just

before we started for our picnic, Mrs. Berry, who had been spending

the week-end at our camp, arrived back with one nurse to take me back

to the camp. They came by train; Dr. Berry and another of our nurses

came by car. We heard some very sad news, and this was that one of the

nurses was dead, Nurse Ferris, a strong healthy girl of twenty-five

years of age. She was to be married in September. She was taken ill

just about a week before me with typhoid. It does not say much for

inoculation. Nurse Ferris was a good nurse; she had a bright cheerful

manner and was always the same. She knew Serbian better than any one

in the camp, and could sing the Serbian anthem. It seems strange that

she should have picked up Serbian in this manner and then be put to

rest in the country. It seems she died on Sunday afternoon at 3

o'clock. She was taken to the mortuary in the town and then laid to

rest on Monday. She had a large military funeral. All the staff from

our camp went, all the Government officials and the units from the

other hospitals, and all the doctors from these parts who had come

over to Kragujevatz for the doctors' conference. They had a band and

she was buried near the other nurses who had died from the Scotch

Hospital at Kragujevatz. She was only put into a temporary grave as,

when the war is over, the Government will erect a monument to all who

have died. Dr. Dearmer conducted the service. The last I saw of Nurse

Ferris was the night before I came here. I went to have a peep at all

our poor invalids. When the poor girl saw me she looked up and smiled

and waved to me. I little thought it was the last time I should see

her. Nurse Ferris and I always had little jokes together when she came

to meals; she was beloved by all in her ward. It seems this is the

first English service that has been conducted in a Greek cathedral;

the prince gave his consent and sent his secretary.

[Illustration: A child having an abscess removed outside the

Operating Theatre.]

[Illustration: Lady Cook and Austrian prisoner orderlies at Mrs.

Stobart's camp Hospital, Kragujevatz.

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