"So--I've _got_ to call it a 'spree'!" smiled the White Linen Nurse. "'Cause when I think of marrying a--_surgeon_--that goes off and gets drunk every June--it--it scares me almost to my death! But--" Abruptly the red smile faded from her lips, the blue smile from her eyes. "But--when I think of marrying a--June drunk--that's got the grit to pull up absolutely straight as a die and be a _surgeon_--all the other 'leven months in the year--" Dartingly she bent down and kissed the Senior Surgeon's astonished wrist. "Oh, then I think you're perfectly _grand_!" she sobbed. Awkwardly the Senior Surgeon pulled away and began to pace the floor. "You're a--good little girl, Rae Malgregor," he mumbled huskily. "A good little girl. I truly believe you're the kind that will--see me through." Poignantly in his eyes humiliation overwhelmed the mist. Perversely in its turn resentment overtook the humiliation. "But I won't be married in June!" he reasserted bombastically. "I won't! I won't! I won't! I tell you I positively refuse to have a lot of damn fools speculating about my private affairs! Wondering why I didn't take you! Wondering why I didn't stay home with you! I tell you I won't! I simply won't!" "Yes, sir," stammered the White Linen Nurse. With a real gasp of relief the Senior Surgeon stopped his eternal pacing of the floor. "Bully for you!" he said. "You mean then we'll be married some time in July after I get back from my--trip?" "Oh, no, sir," stammered the White Linen Nurse. "But Great Heavens!" shouted the Senior Surgeon. "Yes, sir," the White Linen Nurse began all over again. Dreamily planning out her wedding gown, her lips without the slightest conscious effort on her part were already curving into shape for her alternate "No, sir." "You're an idiot!" snapped the Senior Surgeon. A little reproachfully the White Linen Nurse came frowning out of her reverie. "Would it do just as well for traveling, do you think?" she asked, with real concern. "Eh? What?" said the Senior Surgeon. "I mean--does Japan spot?" queried the White Linen Nurse. "Would it spot a serge, I mean?" "Oh, Hell with Japan!" jerked the Senior Surgeon. "Yes, sir," said the White Linen Nurse. Now perhaps you will understand just exactly how it happened that the Senior Surgeon and the White Linen Nurse _were_ married on the first day of June, and just exactly how it happened that the Senior Surgeon went off alone as usual on his Canadian trip, and just exactly how it happened that the White Linen Nurse came home alone to the Senior Surgeon's great, gloomy house, to find her brand new step-daughter still screaming over the turquoise-colored stockings. Everything now is perfectly comfortably explained except the turquoise-colored stockings. Nobody could explain the turquoise-colored stockings!