From Elizabeth Lloyd, "Story of a Community". Although Elizabeth Lloyd doesn't name her, Gill Cook and Barry Northam have identifed this as about Miss E:
The Community's sick-bay was on the top floor of the house, so it was comparatively easy to isolate, if necessary.
The sick in body or mind were cared far, not by a highly qualified state-registered nurse, or indeed by anyone with any nursing qualifications at all, but by a woman who could nurse as skilfully as any professional. She too had been with Miss Leila and Miss Potter at Charlton, East Sutton.
She was rather short with a gentle effacing manner and voice but she could have an amazing effect on an aggressive adolescent or small child in an uncontrollable temper. I was often to see her, with no apparent fuss and barely raising her voice, calm and lead away the unhappy offender to a period of solitude away from the noisy crowd; sometimes she would put them to bed or sit them in a warm pleasant sick room, feed them and persuade them to talk. She was detached from their troubles and was not implicated in any previous quarrels there may have been. I considered her one of the most valuable members of the Community and though it may be invidious to say so, I thought the work she did beyond praise.
She ran a single playroom at the top of the house while we were at The Mote. This was for eight or nine boys or girls who were thought too disturbed to be in a group during their non-school hours. She managed them with consummate skill so that little by little they adjusted and left her to join a group and others would take their place.
Along with all this work she ran a large and successful carpentry class for senior boys. She was a beautiful craftswoman in leather and wood.
The physical health record at the Community was a good one. Miss Leila herself was never ill and thought it quite unnecessary that anyone else should be; certainly the adults and in the main they were not. She always said that as no doors ever appeared to be shut in any house the Community was in, and the ceilings were so high and consequently the draughts so great, that no germ could ever find a resting place.