“Very well, Doctor,” said Mrs. Treherne, “and that is—”
“Miss Theodora.”
“Theodora—oh, nonsense! She never nursed anybody. She never was fit for anything.”
“She is fit for all I require, and her father wishes for her also; therefore, if you please, will you at once go up to him, Miss Theodora?”
She had stood patient and impassive till I spoke, then the colour rushed into her face and the tears into her eyes. She left the room immediately.
But, as I went, she was lying in wait for me at the door. “Thank you—thank you so much! But do you really think I shall make a good careful nurse for dear papa?”
I told her “Certainly—better than any one else here—better indeed than anyone I knew.”
It was good to see her look of happy surprise.
“Do you really think that? Nobody ever thought so well of me before. I will try—ah! won't I try, to deserve your good opinion.”
Ignorant, simple heart.