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 Her patient, however, rather startled her by suddenly sitting up in bed, with a vigorous fling of the coverings that sent them over the foot-board. And the querulous whimper had completely gone from that patient's voice.

"Sit down!" she commanded.

Miss Poole, after four weeks on her feet, was not unwilling to sit down.

"Are yuh a trained nurse?"

"Yes!"

"And a Canadian?"

"Yes!"

"Where do yuh come from?"

"Lucan."

"Where's Lucan?"

"A few miles out of London."

This, and still another thoughtful inspection of the girl's face, seemed to reassure the woman on the bed.

"Was your last case a hard one?"

"Rather. It was a boy with typhoid. I had to be both day and night nurse—and he died!"

"Well, yuh won't see me follow his example! And yuh look tireder than I do, right at this moment!"

"I am tired!" acknowledged the girl.