“Time enough for that,” called back the doctor.
“Don’t you forget what I told you, Ellen,” Miss Rindy charged as her visitors went out the door.
Ellen was almost in tears as they drove away. “It is so pitiful to see her laid up like that,” she said. “She has always been so active and capable. Will she ever walk again, Doctor?”
“To be sure she will, though not for some time, but she has the perseverance and courage of a dozen women to see her through. She may not be quite so active, but she is young enough to get back a lot of her powers.”
“She vows she is not going to stay in that room, that she must go into the free ward,” said Ellen after a silence.
“That’s all nonsense! The idea of Rindy Crump going into the free ward. She must stay right where she is. To-morrow I shall tell her that she can’t be moved because it will only retard her recovery, that there is no room in the free ward, anything at all to keep her satisfied.”
“But she’ll not be satisfied. She has a horror of debt, and will worry over the expense.”
“She mustn’t worry. What about those rich relatives of hers? Can’t they come to the fore?”
“She’d rather die than appeal to them.”
“What about her brother? It surely is time he was doing something for her, after all she has done for him.”