"I'm not sure. I'll ask the Doctor."
She sat beside him until he again dozed. Then made her way once more to the room where the lovely gowns were piled high on the bed, and the jewels sparkled on the dressing-table. Quickly and noiselessly she put them in place. Then she tried to take off the collar, but the snaps held. She tugged and pressed, but with no result. She was afraid to pull too hard lest she break the snaps.
At last she was forced to button the collar of her linen gown above it. She smoothed her hair and put on her cap. The room as she surveyed it showed no sign of her occupation. She put out the light and returned to her patient.
She was at the front door to let the Doctor in when he arrived.
"The General is awake, and wants to see you. I'll come down when you go, and we can talk."
As they entered the shadowed room together, the old man opened his eyes. "Hello, McKenzie. Nurse, what made you put on your cap? I don't like it."
"I shouldn't dare leave it off when the Doctor's here."
"Does she have to take your orders or mine, McKenzie?"
"Mine," smiling; "that's one of the perquisites of my profession, to have all the nurses under my thumb."
"Don't you try to please your patients?"