Peggy looked at her in dismay; then tears trickled down her cheeks.
"How can I fasten my caps on?" she sobbed. "I'd jist got 'em to look so nice. I'll never be able to go back to my place. If my hair be gone, caps is no use, and my missus won't have girls with no caps."
"Look here," said the nurse determinedly, "you leave your caps and your hair alone. You won't be fit for service yet awhile, and by that time, who knows? Your hair will be grown, and you'll be your old self again. Now drink this beef-tea, and stop talking!"
Peggy lay back exhausted, and resigned. That was the only murmur that ever passed her lips.
As she regained her health, her spirits returned, and she was soon with her bright smile and quaint speeches a favourite patient.
The first Saturday after she recovered consciousness, she had a visitor. Captain D'Arcy himself came into the ward.
It was a proud moment in her life; and in spite of the pain she was suffering, her eyes lighted up with delight.
"Well, Peggy," said the young man, "I thought I must come and thank you in person for what you did for me. You are getting on first-rate, I hope?"
"Yes, sir. Please, sir, excuse me arskin', but did I drop my stockin'? I've kep' thinkin' on it, and I feel sure I had it in my hand."
Captain D'Arcy smiled.