“I have thought of many things,” answered May with a wan smile. “I am not sufficiently educated to be a governess, I fear, for I have never been at any college nor passed examinations as they do now. I could go into a shop—”
“Certainly not,” interrupted Webster, quickly.
“Why not? It is a means of livelihood, and what matter is it?” said May, quietly.
“It is a life you are quite unsuited for, and one utterly unsuited to you. That is out of the question.”
“Then there are telegraph and post office clerks, are there not, who are women?”
“Yes, but—”
“But Mr. Webster, I must do something. And—there is another thing I have thought of—what I should like best, I think—to be a nurse.”
“Do you mean a hospital nurse?”
“Yes, like Nurse Margaret, who has attended upon me. I am sure I should like this best, and if Doctor Brentwood would give me a chance—”
“I am sure he will do anything for you that he can. Yes,” continued Webster, after a moment’s thought, “I think that life would suit you best. You are naturally gentle and kind, and to help poor, sick people would be a congenial task to you. But nursing, like other things, has to be taught. I will talk to Brentwood about it.”