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"Are you in, Miss Searight?" called Miss Douglass, looking about the room, for Lloyd had returned to the closet and was busy washing the minim-glass. "Yes, yes," cried Lloyd, "I am. Sit down." "Rownie told me you are next on call," said the other, dropping on Lloyd's couch. "So I am; I was very nearly caught, too.
What does it all amount to when I know that, after all, I am just a woman just a woman whose heart is slowly breaking?" But there was an interruption. Rownie had knocked twice at her door before Lloyd had heard her. When Lloyd had opened the door the girl handed her a card with an address written on it in the superintendent's hand. "This here jus' now come in f'om Dr.
However, the telephone was close at hand, and it was quite possible that Dr. Street had rung her up to ask for news. But it was the agency that had called, and Miss Douglass informed her that a telegram had arrived there for her a few moments before. Should she hold it or send it to her by Rownie? Lloyd reflected a moment. "Oh open it and read it to me," she said.
"It's a call, isn't it? or no; send it here by Rownie, and send my hospital slippers with her, the ones without heels. But don't ring up again to-night; we're expecting a crisis almost any moment." Lloyd returned to the sick-room, sent away the servant, and once more settled herself for the night. Hattie had roused for a moment. "Am I going to get well, am I going to get well, Miss Searight?"
"Sit down, Lloyd," said Miss Bergyn; "don't stand. You are not very well yet; I'll have Rownie bring you a glass of sherry." There was a silence. Then at length: "No," said Lloyd quietly. "I don't want any sherry. I don't want any supper. I came down to tell you that you are all wrong in thinking I did what I could with my typhoid case at Medford. You think I left only after the patient had died.
She would only have to remain passive. Circumstances acted for her. Miss Douglass returned, followed by Rownie carrying a tray. When the mulatto had gone, after arranging Lloyd's supper on a little table near the couch, the fever nurse drew up a chair. "Now we can talk," she said, "unless you are too tired. I've been so interested in this case at Medford.
Lloyd even heard Miss Truslow remark: "Yes, that's very true, but if it isn't sized it will wrinkle in damp weather." Rownie came to Lloyd's door and knocked, and, without waiting for a reply, said: "Dinneh's served, Miss Searight," and Lloyd heard her make the same announcement at Miss Bergyn's room farther down the hall. One by one Lloyd heard the others go downstairs.
While Rownie had been speaking Lloyd had crossed the hall to where the roster of the nurses' names, in little movable slides, hung against the wall. As often as a nurse was called out she removed her name from the top of this list and slid it into place at the bottom, so that whoever found her name at the top of the roster knew that she was "next on call" and prepared herself accordingly.
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