DANNY (_with the noble resignation of Tommies, of which he has read in the papers_). It’s a twinge of the old stiffness come back, Doctor. I think there’s a touch of east in the wind. The least touch of east seems to find the hole that bullet made. But I’m not complaining. DR. BODIE (_brutally_). No, it is I who am complaining. (_She feels his leg professionally._) Give me that fishing rod. (_The long-suffering man unbuttons, and to his evident astonishment produces the missing rod._) DANNY (_without hope but in character_). Well, I am surprised! DR. BODIE. You will be more surprised presently. Come along, Dick. (_She takes her brother away._) DANNY (_the magnanimous_). She’s great! Words couldn’t express my admiration for that woman—lady—man—doctor. PROBATIONER. How mean of you, Danny—to get me into trouble. DANNY (_in the public school manner_). Sorry. But I’ll have to pay for this. (_Seeing visions._) She has a way of locking one up in the bathroom. PROBATIONER (_with spirit_). Let us three conspirators combine to defy her. Carried. Proposed, that No. 7, being a male, conveys our challenge to her. Carried. CINDERELLA (_gleefully_). Go on, Danny. DANNY (_of the bull-dog breed_). I never could refuse the ladies. (_He uses the stethescope as a telephone._) Give me the Convalescent Home, please. Is that you, Doctor? How are you? We’ve just rung up to defy you. Now, now, not another word, or I’ll have you locked up in the bathroom. Wait a mo; there’s a nurse here wants to give you a piece of her mind. PROBATIONER (_with the stethescope_). Is that you, Miss Bodie? What? No, I have decided not to call you Dr. Bodie any more. (_Alas_, DR. BODIE _returns unseen by the window and hears her_.) Please to report yourself as in disgrace at once to the Matron. That will do. Good-bye. Run along. Heavens, if she had caught us! DANNY. It would have meant permanent residence in bathroom for me. (_It is then that they see her._) DR. BODIE (_after an awful pause_). I have come back for my stethescope, Nurse. (_The_ PROBATIONER _can think of no suitable reply_.) DANNY (_searching his person_). I don’t think I have it, Doctor. DR. BODIE. Don’t be a fool, No. 7. PROBATIONER (_surrendering it_). Here it is, Dr. Bodie, I—I— DR. BODIE (_charmingly_). Thank you. And, my dear, don’t be always Doctor Bodieing me. That, of course, at the Home, and on duty, but here in my house you are my guest. I am Miss Bodie to you here. Don’t let me forget that I am a woman. I assure you I value that privilege. (_She lingers over Cinderella’s pillow._) Dear, you must invite Nurse and Danny to tea with you, and all be happy together. Little Cinderella, if I will do as a substitute, you haven’t altogether lost your Godmother. (_She goes, shaking a reproving finger at_ DANNY.) DANNY. We’re done again! PROBATIONER (_reduced to tears_). Horrid little toad that I’ve been. Some one take me out and shoot me.