“What trash this is!” she said. “I do hate children’s books. Is there nothing racy and lively in the house?”
“I will go to the library and look,” said Nancy.
“Get a novel—a good, rousing love story.”
“I don’t know what sort of books those are,” replied Nancy.
“Oh, you are too good to live, Nancy! You make me perfectly sick. Get one of Mrs. Henry Wood’s books. I don’t much care for her, but she is better than no one.”
Nancy left the room. She went down to the library and searched for a long time, but could not find any of Mrs. Henry Wood’s novels, and was returning again to Augusta’s room when she met the Captain.
“Whither away, Nancy?” he asked in a cheerful tone.
“I am sitting with Augusta,” answered Nancy. “She is better, but she is not at all like herself. I wanted something exciting for her to read.”
“Have you found what you wanted?”
“No.”