She looked at me with a strange sparkle in her eyes.
"From Boston?" she repeated.
"Yes," I said. "I have sent to my cousin to get a regular trained nurse."
She stared at me with her piercing eyes opened to their fullest extent.
"Do they train 'em?" she asked.
"Yes," I told her. "A trained nurse is almost as good as a doctor."
"Then I shall get well?" she demanded eagerly. "She'll get me well?"
"I hope so," I said, with as much of a smile as I could muster when I wanted to cry. "And before she comes we must clear up a little."
I began to do what I could about the room without making too much bustle. The girl watched me with eager eyes, and at last, as I came near the bed, she asked suddenly,—