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With sincere appeal she turned to Zillah Forsyth. "And yet and yet," she stammered. "And yet when everything scary that's in you has once been scared out of you, why, there's nothing left in you to be scared with any more, is there?" "What? What?" pleaded Helene Churchill. "Say it again! What?" "That's what Joe and I quarreled about my first vacation home!" persisted Rae Malgregor.
"Your motto?" sniffed the Superintendent. "Your motto?" chuckled the Senior Surgeon. "Yes, my motto," repeated Rae Malgregor with the slightest perceptible tinge of resentment. "And it's a perfectly good motto, too! Only, of course, it hasn't got any style to it. That's why I didn't want the girls to see it," she confided a bit drearily.
And I took her out in the kitchen with me while I was painting the woodwork, and right there in her white kid gloves she laughed and showed me how to mix the paint pearl gray. She was nice. It was your sister-in-law. I like being married, Dr. Faber. I like it lots better than I thought I would. It's fun being the biggest person in the house. Respectfully yours, RAE MALGREGOR, AS WAS.
"That minister I nursed through pneumonia last winter wants me to pose as 'Sanctity' for a stained-glass window in his new church! Isn't he the softie?" "Shall you do it?" quizzed Rae Malgregor a trifle tensely. "Shall I do it?" mocked the newcomer. "Well, you just watch me! Four mornings a week in June at full week's wages? Fresh Easter lilies every day? White silk angel-robes?
With surprising agility for a man with a sprained back the Senior Surgeon wrenched himself around until he faced her quite squarely. "Now see here, Miss Malgregor!" he growled. "For Heaven's sake listen to sense, even if you can't talk it! Here am I, a plain professional man making you a plain professional offer.
The cool fingers on her pulse seemed to tighten a little. "S sh! S sh!" admonished the Superintendent's mumbling lips. "But I won't 'S sh S sh'!" stormed Rae Malgregor. Never before in her three years' hospital training had she seen her arch-enemy, the Superintendent, so utterly disarmed of irascible temper and arrogant dignity, and the sight perplexed and maddened her at one and the same moment.
Bleakly across the Senior Surgeon's face something gray that was not years shadowed suddenly and was gone again. "Even so, Miss Malgregor," he argued, "even so without any glittering romance whatsoever, no woman I believe is very grossly unhappy in any affectional place that she knows distinctly to be her own place.
"But even if I had loved you, Miss Malgregor," explained the Senior Surgeon gravely, "my offer of marriage to you would not, I fear, have been a very great oratorical success. Materialist as I am, cynic scientist, any harsh thing you choose to call me, marriage in some freak, boyish corner of my mind, still defines itself as being the mutual sharing of a mutually original experience.
"Go and pack your suit-case quickly then!" he ordered. "I want to get away from here within half an hour!" But before the girl had half crossed the room he called to her suddenly, his whole bearing and manner miraculously changed, and his face in that moment as haggard as if a whole lifetime's struggle was packed into it. "Rae Malgregor," he drawled mockingly.
"Ha!" she mocked, "you thought I was going to say 'If I should die before I wake, didn't you? Well, I'm not!" "It would have been more generous," acknowledged the White Linen Nurse. Very stiffly the Little Girl pursed her lips. "It's plenty generous enough when it's all done!" she said severely. "And I'll thank you, Miss Malgregor, not to interrupt me again!"
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