"Instead of that cross old Sister Julia," laughed the nurse.
"No, no, no, Sister! You have never, never been cross—not once. I mean instead of——well, it isn't very nice to say, but I just can't help it——instead of Miss Donnelly."
"But this is Miss Donnelly, dear."
"Why——why——but Uncle said——no, he didn't exactly say it, but I thought Miss Donnelly was——different."
"And I thought you were different. Just wait until I see your uncle! As you say, he did not exactly tell me so, but I thought I was to take care of a little old lady who would not give me a chance to sit still one minute. What sort of a Miss Donnelly did you think I would be?"
"The one I dreamed of all night was big and strong and had a very loud voice and wore her hair plastered back and——and oh! I am so glad she isn't real! Isn't Uncle a tease! But I am not going to scold him one bit since he sent me the right kind of a Miss Donnelly."
"And now, dear, I must say good-bye. Your Uncle sent the carriage for Miss Donnelly, and Liza says that Jim is waiting to drive me to the home of my new patient."
"But you will come to see us often and often, Sister, and when the little boy is well, you will come back to us, won't you?"
"I hope you will be so well and strong by that time, Mary, that you will not need me. My work is to take care of the sick, you know. But I shall stop in to see you on the days when I return to our convent; and when you are able to go out, you and Gene must come to see me. I am sure that my new patient will be glad to have you visit him."
Mary threw her arms about Sister Julia and clung to her until Gene declared that she was growing jealous. On her return to the little girl's room after seeing the Sister into the carriage, she caught Mary hastily wiping her eyes, but pretended not to see and asked cheerfully, "Now, what shall we do first?"