“I agree with the doctor that it would be much wiser to have a trained nurse,” he said on Saturday afternoon.
“But mother cannot bear the thought of letting anyone else take care of the baby,” said Ruth.
“I know that mother is a splendid nurse,” Mr. Duwell continued; “but a trained nurse knows all the best new methods of nursing, and could give much relief to mother, who is tired out.”
Just then the bell rang.
“It is the doctor,” said Ruth. Mr. Duwell went to the door, followed by the little girl.
The doctor was not alone. With him was a young lady. Ruth liked her at once; she seemed so quiet and strong, and looked so kind.
Do you think this is the right kind of bed for a sick baby? Why not?
“How do you do, sir?” said Doctor Marcy to Mr. Duwell. “This is Miss Foster, a trained nurse. I am taking matters in my own hands, you see. That good wife of yours is entirely worn out.”
“I am pleased to meet Miss Foster and I am very much obliged to you for bringing her, doctor,” Mr. Duwell replied.