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Updated: May 21, 2025
"Mary need not go near her. But both Mr. Bagsley and Mrs. Jarvis's doctor said Eppie would soon get better with fresh air and good nursing." "One never can tell with a disease like that. And as for good nursing I see clearly that as usual the burden must fall upon me." Miss Gordon sighed deeply and hunted in her basket for her spool.
"He's scared to death of girls," said Charles Stuart; "better get under the table, Lizzie." "Hurrah, Bagsley!" cried John cordially, "you can have 'em. Here, they're under the bed!" A tall young man, incredibly thin and disheveled-looking, sidled into the room, moving around Elizabeth in a circular course like a shying horse.
Bagsley both John and Charles Stuart had given, not forgetting to add that he had greatly helped the latter in his philanthropic work. "Jean has really done very well, then," Miss Gordon said, her face suffused with a pleased flush. "I really did not look to her for a good match. But Jean will always be a success, no matter in what sphere she is placed." Elizabeth was silent.
She herself should have been a nurse, and so prepared to care for Eppie, and to do that work upon which she had now determined. Mary was perfectly fitted for a home-maker, and the chances of Mary's marrying were very small, and Jean was a mathematical machine and knew no more about housekeeping than Dr. Bagsley himself might be expected to know. It was such a puzzling world especially for girls.
"I feel I did right," Elizabeth said mournfully, "but it seems to have turned out all wrong. What does Jean say?" "Jean?" John laughed. "She wasn't saying anything to anybody but old Bags when I came away. Boys, oh! If I didn't forget. She cautioned me to break the news that they were engaged." "Engaged! Who?" "Why, Jean and Bagsley." "Jean and and what?" screamed Elizabeth. "Not the bone man?"
He knew better, she told herself, with some bitterness. "Oh, all sorts of stunts boys' club and Sunday school; everything from nursing babies to hammering drunks that abuse their wives. He keeps me and old Bagsley humping, too. It's good practice, but the pay's all glory. Bags has about a dozen patients down there now."
It emitted in sepulchral tones: "I say, Gordon, will you lend me your bones?" The wild eyes caught sight of Elizabeth, and the visitor backed out suddenly with a look of agony, crashing against the door frame as he disappeared. "It's Bagsley!" cried John, springing up. "Hi, Bags, come back here!" He whistled as if for a dog.
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