“I guess so—when I’m sure Miss Wilkinson’s better. Oh, Mr. Richards, do you think she will be able to graduate?”
“I should think so. Spring vacation isn’t over yet—she really hasn’t been ill long.”
“No, it only seems long.”
Again he made an effort to induce Queenie to talk about herself.
“I have something in mind for you, Queenie,” he said. “Are you interested?”
“Yes, if it will wait until next week. I have a lot to do here, now.”
He saw that it was indeed useless, for when they returned to the house, they found that the night nurse had been called away and Queenie was swift to offer her services.
“Please try me tonight, Mrs. Wilkinson!” she urged. “I’ll be ever so careful!”
“You are sure you want to?” asked the mother. “I will sleep in the next room, and the day nurse on the other side.”
“Oh, yes, please!” She put her whole soul into her pleading.