"Just one."
And she heard, from the next bed:
"Are you sure, darling, you're only saying it to break the shock gently? Are you sure your eyes are all right?"
"Perfectly certain."
"I wish I could have real proof."
Camilla stared at the blankness of her vanished dream.
"Come along, Sister; put your back into it," chuckled Robin McKay.
She held her brows tight with her hands and strove to concentrate her tortured mind on the board. Her heart was in agony of desolation. The soft murmurings she could not but overhear pierced her brain. The poignant shame of her disillusionment burned her from head to foot. Again she heard the girl's pleading voice:
"Only for a minute. It couldn't hurt."
The boy said: