“I don’t care. It’s so. I don’t like Hester; but I hate to see Central High lose the trophy for the need of another good player.”
Nellie Agnew was just coming in and she heard part of what Bobby said.
“Oh, girls!” she cried. “Do you know where Hester is?”
“She wasn’t at school to-day,” said Dora.
“Nor yesterday,” added her twin.
“Nor the day before that,” cried Laura. “What’s happened to her?”
“She is in the hospital,” said Nellie, solemnly.
“My goodness me! what for?” gasped Bobby Hargrew.
Nellie told them. Indeed, she expatiated on the affair to the full. Hester had displayed a quality of courage that appealed strongly to the doctor’s daughter. It was no brave act inspired by impulse, and “of the minute.” It took right down moral courage to do what Hester had done.
“The transfusion of blood was accomplished yesterday. The operation was entirely successful. Hester and Johnny are side by side in little narrow beds in the children’s ward of the hospital. Daddy Doctor let me in to peek at them,” said Nellie, her eyes full of tears.