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January was a very busy month in the hospital at Grote; the accommodation had been increased, and now it comprised a hundred and twenty beds. Early in the month a convoy had come with many very serious cases among its numbers, and during the next fortnight there were three deaths, the first that had yet occurred. Helen had waves of abject misery over these; she could not help wondering if something more might have been done to save the men, and Miss Hawker spoke to her, so she thought, rather brutally on the subject, in connection with certain supplies, which she had undertaken and forgotten to order, running short.
"If the work is too heavy for you," she had said, "you had better ask for someone to help you. We can't afford to have mistakes of that sort happen. Supposing it had been some ether you had forgotten about, and we had run short of anesthetics?"