"Peach!—Peach!" called an angry little voice. "If you don't come to bed—now—I'll—I'll say my curses instead of my prayers!"
A trifle nervously the White Linen Nurse scrambled to her feet.
"Maybe I'd—better go?" she said.
"Maybe—you had!" said the Senior Surgeon quite definitely.
At the edge of the threshold the White Linen Nurse turned for an instant.
"Good-night, Dr. Faber!" she whispered.
"Good-night, Rae Malgregor—Faber!" said the Senior Surgeon.
"Good-night—what?" gasped the White Linen Nurse.
"Good-night, Rae Malgregor—Faber," repeated the Senior Surgeon.
Clutching at her skirts as though a mouse were after her, the White
Linen Nurse went scuttling up the stairs.