He gave Dollie a glance that no one understood but herself, but the girl’s face flushed as she remembered that scene in the carriage.
Almost as if she had read her sister’s thoughts Marion Marlowe spoke after the laugh had subsided:
“I shall be glad to feel that you are safe, dearie; that you have a good husband like Ralph to protect you.”
“And you, Marion, I wish you did not have to work in hospital!” cried Dollie, impulsively. “I am sure I don’t see how you can endure it!”
Dr. Brookes gazed steadily at the fair girl whom he loved, but the look in her sweet face did not give him encouragement.
“If you knew how much I was needed in a hospital,” she said, softly; “how much everybody is needed who is willing to go and work for the unfortunates! Dr. Brookes can tell you what there is to do—what anguish there is to soothe, and what wrongs are to be righted! Suppose I had not been there yesterday,” she said with a shudder, “just think what a hideous thing would have happened!”
It was her first allusion to the awful tragedy, but Marion knew it must come, and she wished to have it over.
“Oh, sister, what happened?” asked Dollie, instantly.
Even Bert Jackson paled a little as he heard the answer.
“I saved Archie Ray’s wife from being buried in Potter’s Field! She was on the way there when I found it out; the result is, the poor creature will now have a Christian burial!”