“What was her name?” inquired Mrs. Waxe, sitting up, large and alert.
“Why, it was Prince,” said the night nurse. “She was the wife of the man who endowed the ward.”
Mrs. Waxe gazed for a moment into the stolid face before her.
“I think you have had a dream,” she said calmly.
“I don’t sleep on duty, whatever the others may do,” retorted Miss Hall.
Mrs. Waxe lumbered out of bed, untying her cap strings.
“Go back to the floor,” she said quietly. “I’ll be coming to you after a bit.”
She dressed quickly and presently waddled into the corridor.
“Now, you go and get to sleep in my room, Miss Hall, and I’ll be taking your place to-night.”