"I suppose I've got to keep on taking care of you until you're well," she remarked.
Nell winced.
"I—I hate to be a charity patient," she faltered. "I'll make it all up to you some time. But if you'll only keep on for the present——"
Mary reached forward impulsively and took her hands.
"I don't mean to suggest that," she said. "You're not a charity patient; you got my job for me. Of course I'll look out for you, Nell. I'll see it through somehow, as long as it's necessary. There; don't worry, dear. I'm not angry. I'm just staggered."
Nell leaned forward and kissed her.
"You're a darling!" she said. "And just as soon as I'm strong I'll get a job for myself."
Mary looked at her thoughtfully.
"Yes," she said slowly, "I suppose you might write yourself some more references."
"Mary Wayne!"