The whole place now swarmed with people working as busily as bees in a hive.  By night one house was fit to be occupied.  The following night two more had been erected, and the soldiers had laid tent floors in all of them.  The day after that six more young women in gray came, bringing more supplies.  Under the generalship of the Doctor, Mother Meraut was installed in the carriage-house which opened from the stable, and here she prepared meals for her family and for all the new-comers as well.  The Doctor established a dispensary in one room of the Chateau, and Mademoiselle opened a store in the basement, keeping there for sale a large quantity of the supplies which had been brought by the six young women.  Father Meraut and Grandpere worked hard on the gardens, assisted by Pierre and Pierrette and any other person in the village who was capable of wielding a hoe.  Soon people began to come in from the neighboring hamlets, bringing their sick babies to the Doctor for treatment.  The great truck was loaded with supplies received through the Army Service and the Red Cross, and the young women took turns in driving the “Shop on Wheels” into other, less favored districts, to start there work similar to that begun at Fontanelle.

Uncle Sam and Jim came so often to the village that they were soon on friendly terms with every one in it.  They acted as emissaries between the camp and the village, and if anything was needed which was beyond the power of these determined women to supply, Uncle Sam and Jim seemed always by some miracle to accomplish it.  One day the Doctor said to Jim “I wish there were some way of getting a good cow here.  These little children cannot get rosy and strong without fresh milk, and they haven’t had any since the Germans drove away their cows.”

A week later Jim appeared at the Chateau gate leading a cow!  There was a card tied to one horn.  The Doctor removed it and read, “To Dr. Miller for the little children of Fontanelle.”

“It’s from the Commandant,” said Jim, beaming with pride.

The cow proved such a success, and the babies and young children showed at once such improvement, that the Doctor determined that they should have not only milk but fresh eggs, and Mademoiselle was sent to Paris to make investigations, and, if possible, place an order for more cows and some hens.  Upon her return she announced that a load of live-stock from southern France would soon arrive at the nearest railroad station, five miles away.

“It’s going to be a regular menagerie,” said Mademoiselle, when she told Mother Meraut about it.  “There will be two more cows, two pigs, a pair of goats, ten pairs of rabbits, and sixty fowls.”

“Mercy upon us!” cried Mother Meraut.  “Where in the world can we put them all?  Must we move out of our apartment to admit the cows?”

“No,” laughed Mademoiselle, “we must find another way to take care of them.  The cows can stay out of doors now, and there is grass to feed them and the goats.  They can all be tethered by ropes, if necessary, but we must find a secure place to keep the pigs and the rabbits, and the chicken-house must be mended and put in order for the fowls.”