“More things can happen to a fellow than I ever knew there was!” he said to his mother, and submitted rather sheepishly to her tears and caresses.
“You were always a good boy, Johnny,” she said. “Just you get well enough to come home. I'll take care of you the rest of my life. We will get you a wheel-chair when you can be about, and I can take you out in the park when I come from work.”
“I'll be passenger and you'll be chauffeur, ma.”
“Mr. Le Moyne is going to get your father sent up again. With sixty-five cents a day and what I make, we'll get along.”
“You bet we will!”
“Oh, Johnny, if I could see you coming in the door again and yelling 'mother' and 'supper' in one breath!”
The meeting between Carlotta and Le Moyne was very quiet. She had been making a sort of subconscious impression on the retina of his mind during all the night. It would be difficult to tell when he actually knew her.
When the preparations for moving Johnny back to the big ward had been made, the other nurses left the room, and Carlotta and the boy were together. K. stopped her on her way to the door.
“Miss Harrison!”
“Yes, Dr. Edwardes.”