Finally they reached her bed and Dr. Sterling barked, “Good evening, Miss Standish. Want Father to look you over. This condition sometimes comes from effusion and is operative.”
The student nurse hovering in the background ran for the instrument basket, and Dr. Sterling began drawing the bed curtains.
Dr. Bear was already leaning over and looking straight into her eyes with his measuring ones.
“All right?”
Her bloodless lips turned a pinkish red. They accentuated the ivory pallor of her peaked face.
“Perfectly, thank you. But if I get examined many more times, you are bound to find something wrong, somewhere. How are you, sir?”
It was fun to be talking to Dr. Bear this way. He was accepting her as an equal, sort of....
“I’m tired. Did two bad carcinomas this morning. Breasts. Two ruptured appendices, and a gall-bladder, and I’ve a cold.”
“Then why not wait and go over me in the morning, sir?”
“Because I’m the parent of an electric dynamo,” he growled and the nurse and Dr. Sterling, Junior, reappeared.