“Do you feel faint?” a voice asked quietly.
Judy turned to see one of the nurses standing beside her. The dizzy feeling had passed.
“Thank you, nurse. I’m all right—now. I was looking for the night nurse, but I guess I’m too late. Could you direct me to the patient who was asking for the Golden Girl?”
“The patient is awake,” was the quiet answer. “But you must have a permission slip to see her. Tell the guard you think you can identify the patient in Room 334, and you will be allowed to go up.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Judy, catching her breath in an exclamation of surprise. “Isn’t she identified?”
“Not yet,” the nurse replied. “She’s in a semi-coma. Sometimes we can make a little sense out of what she says, and sometimes we can’t.”
“If she’s Clarissa, I don’t wonder. Didn’t she give her name?”
“No, not her own name. All she would tell us was that she had to see Irene Meredith. Mrs. Meredith didn’t leave, did she?”
“I’m afraid she did. But I know her. I can identify her.”
“Good!” exclaimed the nurse. “The guard will probably let you go right up.”