“Come with me,” said Sister Agnes.
And Elfie stooped and kissed her husband, and then arose and followed the nurse.
“Oh, Sister Agnes,” said Elfie, when they had left the ward, “you have experience; you can tell me; don’t you think he is much better?”
“Yes, I certainly do,” replied the Sister of Mercy, glad to be able to give the anxious young questioner some real encouragement.
“And—don’t you think he will get well?” eagerly inquired Elfie.
“I think there are good grounds to hope so,” answered the sister: “there is certainly a great change for the better in him since this morning.”
“Sister Agnes, is there any particular danger that may threaten him, and can I guard against it in any way?”
“My dear, I will be frank with you. There is a possibility of another hemorrhage from his wound. You can guard against that by keeping him quiet and following the doctor’s directions in all matters.”
“Oh, I will be so careful,” said Elfie.
And by this time they had reached the little refectory used by Sister Agnes and her companions, and where Elfie’s dinner awaited her. A simple dinner of boiled chicken and mashed potatoes, rice pudding and green tea.