Took Pie and Candy Back "Home."
"You won't mind, honey, if I take a pie home, will you?"
Miss Quick didn't mind at all. And not minding the pie, Miss Bertha promptly buttered four rolls liberally and included in the package a bunch of celery which had been left over after she had passed it around insistently, time and again. At the candy counter just outside the dining room Bertha balked amiably.
"I don't like to presume on your good nature, but I know you won't object to a small box of candy?" she purred.
The nurse didn't object to the 25-cent box; which was an inspiration to "Fainting Bertha."
"But don't you think this is ever so much nicer?"
The nurse had to admit that it was. It was a half-dollar box of mixed candies!
"But I'm afraid it looks like imposing on your good nature just a little?" she smiled, as the cashier proceeded to wrap it up. "And you don't mind, honey?" to Miss Quick, who smiled indulgently, and with the pie, rolls, and celery in one hand and the box of candy in the other, Bertha started back to the Asylum for the Incurable Insane at South Bartonville, five miles away.