"Where have you been, Nance? I was getting uneasy about you."
Martin was standing in the door as Nance approached. He noted the expression of happiness upon her face and the buoyancy of her step.
"Oh, daddy, I have had such a great time!" was the reply. "I have been over to the hospital."
"To the hospital! What in the world took you there?"
"It was Nurse Marion. I have met her, and she is wonderful."
At these words Martin started, and glanced across the river to the log building perched upon the opposite bank. He then turned to Nance.
"Come, little one; supper is ready. I have been waiting for you for some time."
Nance was too greatly excited to eat much. Seldom had Martin seen her so animated, as she described in detail her afternoon's experience.
"I wish you could see her, daddy," and Nance's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she turned them upon Martin's face. "You really must. Won't you take me over this evening? I know she would like to see you. She asked me many things about you."
"She did?" Martin questioned with averted face.