With the Serbs in Macedonia

i62 WITH THE SERBS IN MACEDONIA
It was during this period that Mrs. Harley,
a very good friend of ours, came to the Company
to say good-bye. It had been our privilege to
be of service to her unit on many occasions and
we had conceived a great admiration for her.
No woman ever worked harder or was keener
on doing her bit, or thought less of her own
comfort, or could beg more persistently for what
she wanted for her job.
A slim, short-skirted figure, with wisps of
grey hair floating in the wind, she stood in
several inches of mud, proud and pleased
because, her unit of ambulances having been
dissolved, she had found a new task in feeding
the starving women and children at Monastir.
''
said.
It ought to be useful and interesting,'' she
'' Tm so glad — I didn't want to go home
till it was finished."
Other people might tell you she was Lord
French's sister. She never did. And it is
because she was so wonderfully strenuous, so
eager to help and so ready to suffer any hard-
ship so long as she could carry on, that one feels
to offer one's humble tribute of
compelled
admiration to her name. Her death by
a shell
at Monastir is her family's private grief — but
in Mrs. Harley the Scottish Women's Hospitals
and the British Empire lost a woman who was an
honour to her country and her sex.