Now the dimples sprang into place, "Goody!" exclaimed Gwendolyn, and gave a little chuckle.
Her mother went on: "We never can feel grateful enough to her, because she was such a help. And we're so glad you're friends already."
Gwendolyn nodded. "She's one of my window-friends," she explained.
"I'm going to stay with you," said the nurse. She smoothed Gwendolyn's hair fondly. "Will you like that?"
"It's fine! I—I wanted you!"
The Doctor re-entered. "Well, how does our sharp little patient feel now?" he inquired.
"I feel hungry."
"I have some broth for you," announced the pretty nurse, and brought forward the tray.
Gwendolyn looked down at the bowl. "M-m-m!" she breathed. "It smells good! Now"—to the Doctor—"if I had one of your nice bread-pills—"
At that, curiously enough, everyone laughed, the Doctor heartiest of all. And "Hush!" chided her mother gently while the Doctor shook a teasing finger.