Candles, laurel branches, evergreens, bits of red ribbon, and flags made the office very gay and attractive. Dr. West rose and delivered an unexpected speech, complimenting the ladies and praising their skill and devotion; then dinner began, and Dr. Hammond told about an intensely interesting operation, which made the negro waiter turn almost white.
"Christmas comes but once a year!" cried jolly Dr. Hammond, warming up. "Let"s be merry!" And he told about another operation even more wonderful than the first; and Letty, catching a glimpse of the negro"s wildly rolling eyes, threw back her head and laughed. It was the first genuine laughter of the evening, and rested everybody.
A few moments later there came a jingle of metal from outside, and Hallam walked in, his wonderfully handsome face aglow, and plenty of red mud frozen on his boots.
"I"ve a green orderly outside. Where can I stow him?" he asked, shaking hands and exchanging preliminary Christmas greetings all around.
"I"ll attend to him," said Ailsa, flushed and a little shy as she felt the significant pressure of Hallam"s hand and saw him glance at her ring.
"No," he insisted, "I"ll see to him myself, if you"ll tell me where he can put the horses and find some supper."
"Poor fellow," said Ailsa. "Tell him to stable the horses in the new barn, and go to the kitchen. Wait a moment, Captain Hallam, I"d rather do it myself!" And she turned lightly and ran out to the dark porch.
The trooper holding Hallam"s horse: sat his own saddle, wrapped to the eyes in his heavy overcoat, long lance with its drooping pennon slanting stiffly athwart the wintry wilderness of stars.
"Soldier!" she called gently from the porch. "Stable, blanket, and feed; then come back to the kitchen, and there will be a good hot dinner waiting."
The cavalryman slowly turned his head at the sound of her voice.
And, as he made no movement to obey: "There is the stable over there," she said, pointing across the frozen field. "Follow that gate path. There"s a lantern in the barn."
An orderly, pa.s.sing, added:
"Come on, lancer. I"m going to the barn myself;" and very slowly the trooper turned both tired horses and walked them away into the darkness.
When she returned to the table there was considerable laughter over a story chat Hallam had been telling. He jumped up, seated Ailsa, hovered over her for a second with just a suspicion of proprietary air which made her blush uncomfortably. Talking had become general, but everybody noted it, and Letty"s eyes grew wide and velvety, and the blood was making her cheeks and lips very pink.
Dr. West said: "The new regiment on Pine k.n.o.b was recruited from the Bowery. I happened to be with Kemp, their surgeon, when sick call sounded, and I never saw such a line of impudent, ruffianly malingerers as filed before Kemp. One, I am convinced, had deliberately shot off his trigger finger; but it couldn"t be proven, and he"ll get his discharge. Another, a big, hulking brute, all jaw and no forehead, came up and looked insolently at Kemp.
"Kemp said: "Well, what"s the matter with you?" ""Aw," said the soldier, with a leer, "I"ve got de lapsy-palls, and I wanter go to de horspittle, I do."
"I never saw such a mad man as Kemp was.
""So you"ve got the lapsy-palls, have you?"
""Bet yer boots, I have."
""And you want to go to the hospital?"
"Aw-w"ats der matter wit youse, Doc.?"
"And Kemp gave him a bang on the eye with his fist, and another on the nose, and then began to hit him so quickly that the fellow reeled, about, yelling for mercy.
""Sure cure for the lapsy-palls," said Kemp; and, turning his glare on the rest of the shivering line: "Anybody else got "em?" he asked briskly.
"At that a dozen big brutes sneaked out of the line and hurriedly decamped; and I don"t think that disease is going to be popular in that regiment."
A shout of laughter greeted the story. All present had seen too many instances of malingering not to appreciate Surgeon Kemp"s cure for a disease which never existed.
A plum pudding was brought on and set afire. Ailsa poured the burning sauce over and over it. Dr. Hammond got up and threw some more pine logs on the fire. Huge shadows rose up and danced in the ruddy light, as the candles burned lower. Then Dr. West began another story, but was checked by the appearance of a hospital steward:
"Davis, Ward A, No. 3, is very bad, sir."
"Going?"
"Yes, sir."
The doctor bent above the table, took a hasty spoonful of pudding, nodded to the company, and went out.
"Speaking of malingerers," began Hammond, "I saw the Colonel of the forty Thieves put down in a most amusing manner the day before Bull Run. Shall I tell it? It involves some swearing."
Ailsa laughed. "Proceed, Dr. Hammond. Do you think Miss Lynden and I have been deaf since we arrived at the front?"
"Does anybody in this hospital use bad language?" demanded the doctor sharply.
"Not to us," said Ailsa, smiling. "But there"s an army just outside the windows. Go on with your story, please."
"Well, then," said the jolly surgeon, "I was talking with Colonel Riley, when up walks the most honest-looking soldier I think I ever saw; and he gazed straight into the Colonel"s eyes as he saluted. He wanted a furlough, it appeared, to go to New York and see his dying wife.
"Riley said: "Is she very sick?"
""Yes, Colonel."
""You have a letter: saying she is very sick?"
""Yes, Colonel."
""Well, I also have a letter from your wife. I wanted to make certain about all the applications for furlough you have been making, so I wrote her."
""Yes, Colonel."
""And she says that she is perfectly well, and does not want you to come home!"
"The soldier smiled.
""Did you write a letter to my wife, Colonel?"
""I did."
""Did my wife write to you?"
""She did. And what do you mean by coming here to me with a lie about your sick wife! Have you anything to say to that?"
""Yes, Colonel."
""Then say it!"
""Well, Colonel, all I have to say is that there are two of the d.a.m.nedest, biggest liars that ever lived, right here in this regiment!"