Love stories; Medical fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction
“It is every one’s right to see that assistance is given to an injured
person as quickly as possible,” retorted the girl, though flushing,
“and to protest if human
suffering, perhaps life itself, is made to wait the convenience of one
who is paid to save both.”
Finally discovering and adjusting his glasses, Dr. Armstrong eyed Miss
Durant with a quality of imperturbability at once irritating and
embarrassing. “I beg your pardon for the hasty remark I just made,” he
apologised. “Not having my second sight at command, I did not realise I
was speaking to so young a girl, and therefore I allowed myself to be
offended, which was foolish. If you choose to go with the patient, I
trust you will satisfy yourself that no one in this hospital is lacking
in duty or kindness.”
With a feeling much akin to that she had formerly suffered at the
conclusion of her youthful spankings, Constance followed hurriedly
after the orderlies, only too thankful that a reason had been given her
permitting an escape from those steady eyes and amused accents, which
she was still feeling when the litter was set down beside an empty bed.
“Has dat slob tooken me money for keeps?” whimpered the boy the moment
the orderlies had departed.
“No, no,” Constance assured him, her hand in his.
“Den w’y’d he pinch it so quick?”
“He’s going to take care of it for you, that’s all.”
“Will he guv me a wroten pape sayin’ dat?”
“See,” said the girl, only eager to relieve his anxiety, “here is my
purse, and there is a great deal more money in it than you had, and
I’ll leave it with you, and if he doesn’t return you your money, why,
you shall have mine.”
“Youse cert’in dere’s more den Ise had?”
“Certain. Look, here are two tens and three fives and a one, besides
some change.”
“Dat’s all hunky!” joyfully ejaculated the urchin. “Now, den, wheer kin
we sneak it so he don’t git his hooks on it?”
“This is to be your bed, and let’s hide it under the pillow,” suggested
Constance, feeling as if she were playing a game. “Then you can feel of
it whenever you want.”
“Dat’s de way to steal a base off ’im,” acceded the waif. “We’ll show
dese guys wese oin’t no bunch of easy grapes.”
Scarcely was the purse concealed when a nurse appeared with a pail of
water and rolls of some cloth, and after her came the doctor.
“Now, my boy,” he said, with a kindness and gentleness in his voice
which surprised Constance, “I’ve got to hurt you a little, and let’s
see how brave you can be.” He took hold of the left leg the ankle and
stretched it, at the same
time manipulating the calf with the fingers of his other hand.
The boy gave a cry of pain, and clutched Constance’s arm, squeezing it
so as to almost make her scream; but she set her teeth determinedly and
took his other hand in hers.
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