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Updated: June 11, 2025
My baby is all right, but he squints. Does yours? I remain yours truly, the permannente, MILLY BURT." Anger possessed Mavis at the trick Mrs Gowler had played in order to secure a further shilling from her already attenuated store, an emotion which increased her distress of mind.
One of these was small, being little larger than a box-room, but to Mavis's eyes it presented the supreme advantage of being untenanted by any other patient. "We'd better 'ave most of the furniture out, 'ceptin' the bed and washstand," declared Mrs Gowler. "But where am I to keep my things?" asked Mavis. "Can't you 'ave your box jes' outside the door?
Her alert fancy had conjured up a vision of a kindly, motherly woman, with soft eyes and voice, whose mere presence would have spoken of the sympathy and tenderness for which the lonely heart of Mavis ached. Nurse Gowler was short, fat, and puffy, with her head sunk right into her shoulders.
Time after time she would give Mavis varying accounts of the incidents attending her many lapses from virtue, in all of which drugging by officers of His Majesty's army played a conspicuous part. Mavis, except at meal times, saw little of Mrs Gowler, who was usually in the downstair parlour or in other rooms of the house.
She called "Mrs Gowler" several times without getting any response. Before going to her box to get some things she wanted, she gave Jill a run in the enclosed space behind the house. When Mavis presently went upstairs with an armful of belongings from her box, she heard a voice call from the further side of a door she was passing: "Was you wanting Piggy?" "I wanted Mrs Gowler."
Mavis found herself eagerly scanned by a fraction of a woman's face. The next moment, the woman, who had caught sight of Mavis's appearance, which was now very indicative of her condition, threw the door wide open and called cheerily: "Come in, my dear; come in." "I want Nurse G.," said Mavis. "That's me: G Gowler. Come inside."
If you wouldn't object to her coming, I might " "Bring her: bring her. Is she having dear little puppies?" "Oh dear, no." "A pity. The more the merrier. I love work." This decided Mavis. With considerable misgiving, but spurred by poverty, she told the woman that she was coming. "An' what about binding our bargain?" asked Mrs Gowler. "How much do you want?" asked Mavis, as she produced her purse.
"'Arf a mo', an' I'll be up," grumbled Mrs Gowler, as she returned to the kitchen, to emerge a few seconds later pinning on her apron. "You finish yer supper, Oscar, but don't drink all the stout," she called to her son, as she went up the stairs. Before she had got to the landing, the cry was heard again and yet again. It sounded to Mavis like some wounded animal being tortured beyond endurance.
"'Ow is it you ain't in a proper nursing 'ome?" asked Mrs Gowler, after she had opened the second bottle. "Aren't I?" asked Mavis quickly. "I've 'eard of better," answered Mrs Gowler guardedly. "Though, after all, I may be a better friend to you than all o' them together, with their doctors an' all." "Indeed!" remarked Mavis, wondering what she meant.
After discussion, it was arranged that, if Mavis decided to stay with Mrs Gowler for three weeks certain, she was to pay twenty-two shillings a week, this sum to include the woman's skilled attendance and nursing, together with bed and board.
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