Miss Bell left the room, and Dorothy did not look at the young woman who had taken her place. There was something so humiliating about being suspected of insanity!
"How do you like it here?" asked the newcomer.
"Very well," replied Dorothy, hurt by the sarcasm apparent in the voice.
"Then why did you run away? Didn't we treat you all right?"
Dorothy made no reply. The nurse came over, and glanced at her keenly.
"You look pretty fine. Guess the tramp did you good. They have sent for your mother. She will be here to-morrow. I sent the message, and I told her your mind had cleared up. I hope I made no mistake."
"I hope not," replied Dorothy, feeling that it was useless to try to explain. "I shall be glad—when she comes."
"I'm the night attendant. I will be here in an hour to give you your bath," said the young woman.
"I am perfectly capable of taking my own bath," replied Dorothy, with indignation.
"Perhaps; but we don't trust patients in the water alone. I hope you won't give me any trouble. I'm tired to death to-night."