"The waffles are done!" Jane announced. They all drew up round the table.
"This is living," the invalid exclaimed. "If my sister would only never come back!"
"Maybe she won't!" suggested Lorenzo.
"I wouldn't like her to die," said Susan, gravely. "I'm sensitive over feeling people better off dead. But if she'd marry, it would be nice."
"For the man?" queried Lorenzo.
"For us all," said Susan, gravely.
"Just exactly the right thing is going to happen to her and everybody," said Jane, firmly—dividing the waffles as she spoke.
"Are you so sure?" the artist asked, looking a little amused.
Susan noticed the look. "She's a Sunshine Nurse," she explained quickly. "It's her religion to be like that. She can't help it. She's promised."