"Perhaps you don't look in the right place," she answered; and then seeing my bed littered with books and papers, "You are surely not trying to write, are you? You'll smother your sheets in ink. Why don't you dictate to me if it's anything you're in a hurry for?"
"Oh, any time'll do for this," I said. "Tell me where you're to be found in the hospital."
"All over the place," she answered, with a rather embarrassed smile.
"I've been in all three wards," I began.
"My dear George, I told you I didn't fly as high as a ward."
"Tell me what you do, Sonia," I said.
She spoke jestingly, but I chose to fancy that it required one effort to undertake the work and another to talk about it.
"Well, sometimes I carry up trays," she said, "and sometimes I wash up. And sometimes—— But really, George, this can't interest you. Tell me what all the books are about."
"I'm trying to straighten out Raney's affairs," I said. "I had no time till I was laid up."
Sonia dropped her handkerchief and picked it up rather elaborately.