“How smart you are, nurse!” said the child.
“Do you like my pretty frock?” she asked.
“I like it awfully. You won’t wear that ugly nurse’s dress any more, will you?”
“I don’t intend to. I’m not going to be a nurse any more, little Piers.”
“Aren’t you?”
“No, my love.”
“Do get me my breakfast—I’m so hungry.”
“It’s coming, dear. I have set the egg on to boil.”
Nurse Ives returned to the other room and prepared a dainty meal. She brought it to the boy on a tray and sat by his side while he ate it.
“You look much better,” she said.