He had been a rather fierce figure as he had flung his questions, but he had not swerved her in the least from her thought of herself as a novice in a white veil, and later as a full-fledged sister, with beads and a black head-dress.
This dream had, in time, been supplanted by one imposed upon her by the ambitions of a much-admired classmate.
"Maude and I are going to be doctors," Becky had announced as she and Randy had walked over the fields with the hounds at their heels. "It's a great opportunity for women, Randy, and we shall study in Philadelphia."
"Shall you like cutting people up?" he had demanded brutally.
She had shuddered. "I shan't have to cut them up very much, shall I?"
"You'll have to cut them up a lot. All doctors do, and sometimes they are dead."
She had argued a bit shakily after that, and that night she had slept badly. The next morning they had gone over it again. "You fainted when the kitten's paw was crushed in the door."
"It was dreadful——"
"And you cried when I cut my foot with the hatchet and we were out in the woods. And if you are going to be a doctor you'll have to look at people who are crushed and cut——"