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Updated: June 6, 2025
Katherine Sonnot hurried to her, and then Jack spoke to me for the first time since he had brought Dicky into the room. "Good-by, Margaret, until I see you again," he said hurriedly. "Good-by, Dicky, I must go to Katherine."
She threw the words over her shoulder as she took down the receiver. "Thank you so much." Then, as she received her connection, she spoke rapidly, enthusiastically. "Edwin, I have such good news for you. Dicky's wife thinks that little Miss Sonnot who nursed mother could go tomorrow. She said while she was here that she wanted to enter the hospital service. Yes. I thought you'd want her.
"I cannot begin to tell you how delighted I was when we recognized each other. You can imagine over here that to one American the meeting with another American, especially if both have the same friends, is an event. Luckily, Miss Sonnot was just about to have an afternoon off when we met, and if she had an engagement which she denied she was kind enough to break it for me.
"Little Miss Sonnot and I correspond," he wrote, "and you can have no idea how much good her letters do me. They are like fresh, sweet breezes glowing through the miasma of life in the trenches." I folded the letters, put them back into their envelopes, and arranged them as Mrs. Stewart had given them to me.
But every time I thought of the night she had told me of her wish I felt guilty. Jack was already "somewhere in France." If Miss Sonnot entered the hospital service, there was a possibility that they might meet. I sincerely liked and admired Miss Sonnot. My brother-cousin had been the only man in my life until Dicky swept me off my feet with his tempestuous wooing.
Unreasonable as the feeling was, it was as if a curtain had dropped between me and any part of my life that lay behind me. Life went at a jog-trot with me for a long time after the departure for France of the Braithwaites and Miss Sonnot. My mother-in-law missed her daughter, Mrs. Braithwaite, sorely.
I felt the pungent revivifier in Dr. Pettit's hand steal under my nostrils again, but I pushed it aside and sat up. "I am not at all faint," I said abruptly, and then to Katherine Sonnot. "Please say that over again, slowly." She repeated her words slowly. "I should have waited to come over with him," she added, "for he is still quite weak, but Dr.
Good-by." Woman-like, I thought I detected a romance. The tenderness in his voice could mean but one thing, that he admired, perhaps loved the woman he had praised so extravagantly. After he went away, promising to return in the evening, I busied myself with the services to my mother-in-law he had asked me to perform, and then sat down to wait for Miss Sonnot.
I was just about to come out and rob the larder of a cracker and a sip of milk in the hope that I might go to sleep again when I heard you." "Splendid!" I ejaculated, while Miss Sonnot looked at me wonderingly. "Can your patient hear us out here?" "If you could hear her snore you would be sure she could not," Miss Sonnot smiled. "And I partly closed her door when I left. She is safe for hours."
Some of the terrible burden I had been bearing since Dicky's disappearance slipped away from me. If anyone in the world could solve the mystery of Dicky's actions, it would be Jack Bickett. Dr. Pettit's voice broke into my reverie. I saw that Lillian and Katherine Sonnot were deep in conversation.
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