"I've been studying for three years."
"What about the ptomaine-palace?"
"I had to work somewhere to pay my tuition."
"What ambition!"
"Now stop sounding like a grandfather, Guy Maynard."
"But this is no place for a woman," objected Guy.
"Isn't it? Someone has to do the work."
"But this is grim work."
"So is life, Guy. Someone has to care for the injured. We've got to be here, you know. After all, we must be where the injured and dead are. We can only help them when we're on the very spot."
"But I think—"