nearly midday
Mrs. Jocelyn is out in France , working in a canteen , working very hard . It is only occasionally now that she demands a `` right ; '' but when she does , she demands it , so I understand , with all her old ferocious determination to get it . This is the story of how she once demanded and took a `` right . '' It was nearly midday , and the camp lay under a blazing sun . It was early in July , when all England and all France were throbbing with hope , pride and terror as the news of the `` Big Push '' came in day by day . There was little calm , and few hearts at ease in those days , but Number 50 Convalescent Camp looked peaceful enough . It is miles from the firing line .