But the door had opened and the white-coated boy was standing, holding out three large boxes and grinning pleasantly.
Herman Medfield, from his pillow, groaned.
Aunt Jane glanced toward him with reassurance in her look—"I shall take them all— You don't need to worry. You won't be bothered. You go get the wheel-tray, Preston, and we'll take 'em all at once."
They filled the cart—the three great boxes underneath and the loose flowers on top covering them and trailing over the sides and ends: and Preston wheeled it out the door.
Aunt Jane, still with her hands full of blossoms, looked back with a smile. "Now you'll rest comfortable," she said.
[XVIII]
When the wheel-tray appeared in the door of the Children's Ward and Aunt Jane—with her arms overflowing—close behind it, there was silence for a breath, and then a cry——