The Red Cross Barge by Marie Belloc Lowndes

There came a series of loud, excited rappings on the door. It burst / open, and a little girl -- a child to whom in the past, which now seemed / aeons away, she had been kind -- stood breathless, smiling, 'Mamselle! / Mamselle! Our soldiers are here! Come and see them. I ran away from / mother to tell you! They said you were here.'

Jeanne Rouannes put a finger to her lips. She gave a swift look at the / unconscious form stretched stiffly out on the narrow bed. If only she / could get a surgeon now, at once --