[XXXII]
Some one was singing in the linen-room. Aunt Jane, going by in the corridor, heard the little song and stopped and looked in.
Miss Canfield, at work on her linen-cupboard, was singing happily as she worked. She had gathered up a handful of towels and carried them to the table and was looking at them with a little vexation, her lips still humming the song. She glanced up and saw Aunt Jane and the song stopped. She nodded to her.
"Things are in a terrible state here!"
Aunt Jane came leisurely in. "What's the matter?"
"Look at that!" The girl spread out the towel rapidly "—and that! Did you ever see such work! And—that! They ought not to be sent out like this!... And these belong in the Men's Ward!" She tossed them aside.
Aunt Jane surveyed the confusion equably. "I must get around to the laundry," she said, "—and give them a good going over. I haven't given them a real good talking to—not for as much as three months, I should think!"
"They need it!" said the girl crossly. But her lips were smiling.
Aunt Jane glanced at them. "You're feeling pretty happy this morning," she commented.
The face broke in little dancing waves. "I don't know— Am I?"