She went upstairs after her interview with the doctor, and bending over Sue, took her hot hand and said gently:
"I wish, little Cinderella, you would tell me something about yourself."
"There's naught to tell," said Sue.
"But—you'll forgive me—I am sure there is."
"Ef you was to ask me for ever, I wouldn't tell then," said Sue.
"Ah! I guessed—there is something."
"Yes—some'ut—but I can't bear it—the Woice in the air is so beautiful."
"What voice?" asked the nurse, who feared that her little patient would suddenly become delirious.
"It's Big Ben hisself is talkin' to me and to my darling, darling little brother."
"Oh! you have a little brother, Cinderella?"