“It must affect some of the other fashionable resorts,” said Nurse Crowther, pursuing the facetious vein. “I’m told that there’s nobody at Trouville this year, and as for Switzerland—”
“All the time you’re trying to be funny,” complained Master Lancaster, “you’re letting my milk get cold. Why don’t you attend to bisness first?”
“Hope you’re not going to be a tiresome boy,” said the nurse.
“Wait and see.”
“I must bring the Sister to see you presently. You’ve got a nice open face.”
“If I’ve got an open face I can keep me mouth shut,” said Twenty, drinking his milk. “That’s more than some of you can.”
“Arm pretty comfortable this morning?” asked the nurse, good-temperedly, as she smoothed the scarlet counterpane. “Had a good night’s rest? Weren’t disturbed by the noise of the traffic, were you? What—”
“One at a time, one at a time,” said Twenty crossly. “I can’t answer forty thousand blooming questions at once.”
“Sit back now, there’s a dear, and keep as quiet as you can till the doctors come round.”
“What time do they put in an appearance?”