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It's crackling itself," persisted Rae Malgregor very softly. The great blue eyes that lifted to his were brimming full of misery. "Oh, can't I make you understand, sir?" she stammered. Appealingly she turned to the Superintendent. "Oh, can't I make anybody understand? All I was trying to say, all I was trying to explain, was that I don't want to be a trained nurse after all!"
From her open bureau drawer, with a sudden impish impulse towards worldly wisdom, she extracted first of all the photograph of the young brakeman. "See, Helene! My new beau!" she giggled experimentally. In mild-eyed surprise Helene Churchill glanced up from her work. "Your beau?" she corrected. "Why, that's Zillah's picture." "Well, it's mine now!" snapped Rae Malgregor with unexpected edginess.
"If you feel like that about it, what in thunder did you go into nursing for?" she demanded not unkindly. Very slowly Helene Churchill rose from her lowly seat by her precious book-case and came round and looked at Rae Malgregor rather oddly. "Yes," faltered Helene Churchill. "What did you go into nursing for?" The faintest possible taint of asperity was in her voice.
"Gee!" giggled the new nurses. "We bet he 's a Tartar! But isn't his hair cute? And say " gossiped the new nurses, "is it really true that that Malgregor girl was pinned down perfectly helpless under the car and he wouldn't let her out till she'd promised to marry him? Isn't it awful? Isn't it romantic?" "Why! Dr. Faber 's back!" fluttered the senior nurses. "Isn't he wonderful?
Like a withe of willow yearning over a brook her slender figure curved to the task. Very scintillatingly the afternoon light seemed to brighten suddenly across her lap. You'll Be a Long Time Dead! glinted the motto through its sun-dazzled glass. Still panting with excitement, still bristling with resentment, Rae Malgregor stood surveying the intrusion and the intruder.
"Go and ask the Senior Surgeon if he can come to me here a moment, immediately." "The Senior Surgeon?" gasped Rae Malgregor. "The Senior Surgeon?" With her hands clutching at her throat she reeled back against the wall for support.
Quite unconsciously she groped out a little with one hand to steady herself against the edge of the desk. But the blow when it came was nothing but a cool finger tapping her pulse. "There! There!" crooned the Superintendent's voice with a most amazing tolerance. "But I won't 'there there'!" snapped Rae Malgregor. Her eyes were wide open again now, and extravagantly dilated.
"Excuse me for not recognizing you," he apologized gruffly. "But you girls all look so much alike!" As though the eloquence of Heaven itself had suddenly descended upon a person hitherto hopelessly tongue-tied, Rae Malgregor lifted an utterly transfigured face to the Senior Surgeon's grimly astonished gaze. "Yes! Yes, sir!" she cried joyously. "That's just exactly what the trouble is!
"Oh!" she smiled, "you mean you want to know just what the incident was that first made me decide to devote my life to to humanity?" "Yes!" snapped Rae Malgregor. A little shyly Helene Churchill picked up her copy of Marcus Aurelius and cuddled her cheek against its tender Morocco cover. "Really?" she questioned with palpable hesitation. "Really you want to know?
There was nothing subtle however about the way in which the Senior Surgeon's hand shot out and slammed the tonneau door bang-bang again on its original passenger. His face was crimson with anger. Brusquely he pointed to the front seat. "You may sit in there, with me, Miss Malgregor!" he thundered. "Yes, sir," crooned the White Linen Nurse.
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