In the amazing silence that ensued the White Linen Nurse gathered her trembling knees up into the circle of her arms and sat there staring at the Senior Surgeon’s prostrate body, and rocking herself feebly to and fro in a futile effort to collect her scattered senses. “Oh, if some one would only tell me what to do, I know I could do it! Oh, I know I could do it! If some one would only tell me what to do!” she kept repeating helplessly. Cautiously the Little Girl crept forward on her hands and knees to the edge of the car, and peered speculatively through the great yellow wheel-spokes. “Father!” she faltered in almost inaudible gentleness. “Father!” she pleaded in perfectly impotent whisper. Impetuously the White Linen Nurse scrambled to her own hands and knees and jostled the Little Girl aside. “Fat Father!” screamed the White Linen Nurse. “Fat Father! Fat Father! _Fat Father!_” she gibed and taunted with the one call she knew that had never yet failed to rouse him. Perceptibly across the Senior Surgeon’s horridly quiet shoulders a little twitch wrinkled and was gone again. “Oh, his heart!” gasped the White Linen Nurse. “I must find his heart!” Throwing herself prone upon the cool, meadowy ground and frantically reaching under the running-board of the car to her full arm’s-length, she began to rummage awkwardly hither and yon beneath the heavy weight of the man in the desperate hope of feeling a heart-beat. “Ouch! you tickle me!” spluttered the Senior Surgeon, weakly. Rolling back quickly with fright and relief, the White Linen Nurse burst forth into one maddening cackle of hysterical laughter. “Ha! ha! ha!” she giggled. “Hi! hi!” Perplexedly at first, but with increasing abandon, the Little Girl’s voice took up the same idiotic refrain. “Ha! ha! ha!” she choked. “Hi! hi! hi!” With an agonizing jerk of his neck, the Senior Surgeon rooted his mud-gagged mouth half an inch farther toward free and spontaneous speech. Very laboriously, very painstakingly, he spat out one by one two stones and a wisp of ground-pine and a brackish, prickly tickle of stale goldenrod. “Blankety-blank-blank-_blank_!” he announced in due time--“blankety-blank-blank-blank-_blank_! Maybe when you two blankety-blank imbeciles have got through your blankety-blank cackling, you’ll have the blankety-blank decency to save my--my blankety-blank-blank-blank-_blank-blank life_!” “Ha! ha! ha!” persisted the poor White Linen Nurse, with the tears streaming down her cheeks. “Hi! hi! hi!” snickered the poor Little Girl through her hiccoughs.