Muriel shook her head. 'But I do want to be a nurse,' she said.
'Suppose I give you a lesson to-day?'
Muriel looked up suddenly, and her eyes sparkled at the thought.
'Please do, Auntie. I will try to do what you want.'
'Mother has asked me to do something for poor Miss Fane, to make her headache better. I want you to do it instead.'
Muriel's smile disappeared suddenly. 'She's—she's so cross, Auntie.'
'Perhaps she has a reason for feeling so,' said Aunt Margaret. 'Still, if you would rather not—'
'Oh, but I will do it,' answered Muriel quickly. 'Only the things I do never please her, and perhaps she would rather not.'
'Suppose you have another try to please her?' said Aunt Margaret. 'I will be the doctor, and I shall leave you in charge, and expect you to obey my orders exactly. What do you do when Mother has a headache?'
'She lets me bathe her forehead with eau-de-Cologne, and I try to keep everything very quiet.'