She disappeared from the room and Herman Medfield's eyes closed—and opened again to find her standing beside him, the cup of broth in her hand.
She gave it to him through the crooked tube and watched the liquid lower in the cup with benignant eye.
"Just a little mite more," she said as he turned away his head—"Just a mite. There! You've done first-rate!"
She set the cup on the stand.
"Now I'm going to take all these flowers—" she gathered the carnations in her hands as she spoke: "I was thinking about it whilst I was heating your broth for you—I'm going to take them up to the Children's Ward. They'll be happy enough—when they see 'em!" She held the flowers at arm's length and looked at them with pleased eyes. He watched her with a faint smile and a look almost of interest.
"And I'm going to tell them that Mr. Medfield sent them——"
He raised a quick hand. "No——!"
She turned in surprise. "Don't you want me to tell them?"
"No."