“That’s my official name. Mary Grubb was the girl whose place I got with the Red Cross. Do you know, you hurt my feelings terribly when you said my fist was rotten?”
And Stephen Scott, holding the little stained and roughened hand in his, wondered that he ever could have made such a break.
“Thank God, you are just one girl, after all!” he cried.
But the night nurse wished that there were two of her for a while at least: one to stay by the bedside of the convalescent American and one to make out the charts that must be got ready for the morning rounds of the surgeon in charge.
CHAPTER V
THE CRITICS
“Ahem!” said Billie, rapping for order as the girls began all at once to say what they thought of “Fairy Godmothers Wanted.” The one with the burning plot began rattling her paper in preparation of the turn she hoped for.
“First general impressions are in order! One at a time, please! You, Miss Oldham, you tell us how it strikes you.”
“Pleasing on the whole, but——”