As Jean went the rounds of the floor, she eagerly waited for Dr. Benson to come back. She peeked in at Timmy, who was sitting up in bed gazing out of the window. Poor fellow, she thought. All recovered and no place to go! Or so he thinks! She waved to him and went down the hall. As she passed the operating room, she looked in. Sally and Hedda were cleaning it.
“Business here today?” Jean asked.
Sally shook her head. “No, but now that the pneumonia seems to have died down, we’re getting ready for the usual summer business. Operations don’t seem to respect the weather, and we haven’t had time to really clean up the right way for days!” She scrubbed the instrument case furiously.
Jean grinned and went down to the floor desk. She picked up the assignment chart and scanned it. Then, on impulse, she walked down to the nursery and looked at the youngest guests through the large glass window.
“Welcome to the world, people,” she cried happily.
Two red fists waved at her.
“Oh, you babies!” she cried. “I’d like to take you all home with me!”
“You would, would you?” Helen said, coming out of the nursery. “Well, I don’t blame you. You certainly sound happy!”
“I am!” Jean cried. “It’s contagious. I’ve just been with Dr. Benson.”
“Dr. Benson? Happy? At breakfast his chin was down to his knees!”