"Oh, nothing, of course, my dear," replied Dorothy. "But still the rules cannot be too strict on this point. You know I am not a prude, but all girls are not like you, Effie; and, in short, Sister Kate is in the right. Someone must have seen you walking back with Mr. Lawson, and must have told her, or hinted, at least, at the state of the case. Nothing else would have induced her to question you." "She had no right to speak to me about acquaintances that I meet out of the hospital." "Strictly speaking, she has no right; that's why I say she must have got a hint." "Oh, well, never mind her," said Effie. "I won't speak to Mr. Lawson again, unless I meet him out of doors, where I can, and shall, whatever Sister Kate may say." "Effie, you must be careful." "I don't want to think of myself at all. Can't you see how miserable I am about my mother and about George?" "Yes; it is a most wretched business. I am more sorry for you than I can say." "Oh, I wish something could be done," said Effie. "I feel tired and fettered here--I feel almost wild. I cannot devote myself to my necessary duties." "Poor child," said Dorothy in her caressing voice. "Let me think: I must help you in some way. Suppose I go to-day to see your mother? I had a chance of having the whole afternoon to myself, but, as I had nowhere in particular to go, was determining not to avail myself of it, but now I can be of use to you." "Oh, Dorothy! would you really go to see mother? It will be of the greatest possible use. You have such tact--you can say things that no one else would venture to say; and then if only you could see George!" "I'll take the thing up somehow," said Dorothy; "you shan't be dragged and worried to death, you dear, brave little girl. Give me a kiss, Effie, and go back to your work. Between Mr. Lawson and me, we will pull you through this trouble, see if we don't!" "Do you know Mr. Lawson, Dorothy?" "Know him! Of course I do. He is one of the very nicest fellows here--as good as gold and as steady as a rock, and with such a beautiful enthusiasm for his profession--he'll make a splendid doctor by and by. Yes, Effie, don't mistake me: it is not the man I object to, it is the fact that he is a medical student, and that you are a nurse. So many bad things have been said about nurses and medical students that all nurses worthy of the name have to make up their minds to show the world that they can and will nurse without even the thought of flirtation coming into their head." "You're right, of course," said Effie, with burning cheeks. "But it's a shame, it's horrible! How can anyone think I wish to flirt?" She turned away--she was obliged to go back to her duties; but her heart felt much lighter after her conversation with Dorothy.