Carlotta Harrison pleaded a headache, and was excused from the

operating-room and from prayers.

"I'm sorry about the vacation," Miss Gregg said kindly, "but in a day or

two I can let you off. Go out now and get a little air."

The girl managed to dissemble the triumph in her eyes.

"Thank you," she said languidly, and turned away. Then: "About the

vacation, I am not in a hurry. If Miss Simpson needs a few days to

straighten things out, I can stay on with Dr. Wilson."

Young women on the eve of a vacation were not usually so reasonable. Miss

Gregg was grateful.

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"She will probably need a week. Thank you. I wish more of the girls were

as thoughtful, with the house full and operations all day and every day."

Outside the door of the anaesthetizing-room Miss Harrison's languor

vanished. She sped along corridors and up the stairs, not waiting for the

deliberate elevator. Inside of her room, she closed and bolted the door,

and, standing before her mirror, gazed long at her dark eyes and bright

hair. Then she proceeded briskly with her dressing.

Carlotta Harrison was not a child. Though she was only three years older

than Sidney, her experience of life was as of three to Sidney's one. The

product of a curious marriage,--when Tommy Harrison of Harrison's

Minstrels, touring Spain with his troupe, had met the pretty daughter of a

Spanish shopkeeper and eloped with her,--she had certain qualities of both,

a Yankee shrewdness and capacity that made her a capable nurse, complicated

by occasional outcroppings of southern Europe, furious bursts of temper,

slow and smouldering vindictiveness. A passionate creature, in reality,

smothered under hereditary Massachusetts caution.

She was well aware of the risks of the evening's adventure. The only dread

she had was of the discovery of her escapade by the hospital authorities.

Lines were sharply drawn. Nurses were forbidden more than the exchange of

professional conversation with the staff. In that world of her choosing,

of hard work and little play, of service and self-denial and vigorous rules

of conduct, discovery meant dismissal.

She put on a soft black dress, open at the throat, and with a wide white

collar and cuffs of some sheer material. Her yellow hair was drawn high

under her low black hat. From her Spanish mother she had learned to please

the man, not herself. She guessed that Dr. Max would wish her to be

inconspicuous, and she dressed accordingly. Then, being a cautious person,

she disarranged her bed slightly and thumped a hollow into her pillow. The

nurses' rooms were subject to inspection, and she had pleaded a headache.




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