"Yes, sir," said the White Linen Nurse.
"Yes what?" jerked the Senior Surgeon.
Softly the White Linen Nurse's chin burrowed down a little closer against the sleeping child's tangled hair. "Why—yes—thank you very much—but I never shall love again," she said quite definitely.
"Love?" gasped the Senior Surgeon. "Why, I'm not asking you to love me!"
His face was suddenly crimson. "Why, I'd hate it, if you—loved me! Why,
I'd—"
"O—h—h," mumbled the White Linen Nurse in new embarrassment. Then suddenly and surprisingly her chin came tilting bravely up again. "What do you want?" she asked.
Helplessly the Senior Surgeon threw out his hands. "My goodness!" he said. "What do you suppose I want? I want some one to take care of us!"
Gently the White Linen Nurse shifted her shoulder to accommodate the shifting little sleepyhead on her breast.
"You can hire some one for that," she suggested with real relief.
"I was trying to hire—you!" said the Senior Surgeon quite tersely.
"Hire me?" gasped the White Linen Nurse. "Why! Why!"