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Do we have a bed patient, Miss Westbrook? Nobody reported it to me.

He looked swiftly over the tray.

Hilary explained briefly, and he looked annoyed.


You must make it quite plain to her, Miss Westbrook, that she will be expected to have her meals in the dining room with the others hereafter,

he said forcefully.

We can

t have this sort of thing: guests demanding room service, lurking in their own rooms, refusing to mix with the others. If one starts it, the others will follow suit, and the whole discipline of the place will fall apart.


Yes, Doctor,

said Hilary without expression.

But I
may
give her this food tonight? After all, she

s had nothing to eat since breakfast—and she is tired and upset
...


Chicken soup? A chicken sandwich? Bit of salad? Glass of milk?

Dr. Marsden checked the tray swiftly.

Yes, that

s all right. I only hope that her medical history doesn

t forbid midnight feeding.

And before Hilary could remind him that it was barely after nine, he strode away toward his own quarters. And Hilary, feeling that she had never disliked a man so much in her life, set her mouth into a thin line and went on down to 312 with Mrs. Barton

s supper.

Mrs. Barton

s eyes gleamed with childlike pleasure as Hilary put the tray on a small table and whipped the covering napkin away.


There, does that look good? It was the best I could do, with the kitchen closed, and the snack bar all locked up.

Hilary smiled.

I do hope you

ll enjoy it. You will come down to the dining room for breakfast in the morning, won

t you?


Oh, yes, of course.

Mrs. Barton was consuming her soup with the eager appetite of a child.

And I

m terribly sorry I

ve been such a nuisance!


You haven

t been, at all. It was all my fault for not making sure that you understood the rules. And the P.N. on this corridor should have seen your light when you first put it on,

Hilary comforted her.


What

s a P.N.?

asked Mrs. Barton curiously, between eager spoonfuls of soup.


A practical nurse,

Hilary answered, laughing a little.

Mrs. Barton nodded, and Hilary saw that she had lost interest in everything but the contents of her tray. So she said good night and left the room, to hunt up the P.N. who should have seen the tiny red light and answered it, and to tell her about the tray that would have to be removed when Mrs. Barton had finished.

 

Chapter Eight

In
mid-morning
the following day, Ethel the switchboard operator called to her as she was crossing the lobby.


Dr. Marsden would like to see you, if you aren

t too busy, Miss Westbrook,

said Ethel, and winked.

You

d better not be! I think he

s in a jam.


Fancy that!

murmured Hilary wickedly, and Ethel chuckled.

Hilary opened the door into Dr. Marsden

s office and said politely,

You wanted to see me, Doctor?

Dr. Marsden ran his fingers through his hair in an almost boyish gesture of harassment.

“I’d
like to ask a favor, Miss

Westbrook,

he answered.

My clinic nurse is unable to get here today, and if you aren

t too busy elsewhere, I wondered if you could help me.


I

d love to, Doctor,

Hilary answered with such sincere warmth that Dr. Marsden looked up at her and chuckled.


The frou-frou getting you down, Nurse?

he asked, so completely to her surprise that Hilary felt the color rise in her cheeks even as she laughed.


Well, taking care of our—guests who really require very little in the way of nursing doesn

t give one much scope, does it?

she asked, walking with him across his office and through the door that led to the clinic.


If you

re going to stay on here, Nurse—and I hope you are—you

ll have to take up gerontology,

he said lightly.

A fascinating study, by the way. It begins with the study of apes.

Hilary blinked in astonishment, and once more he laughed.


They age so much faster than human beings,

he explained.

An ape, at thirteen, is the equivalent of a man at seventy—


The equivalent?

Hilary objected.


In the process of aging, I meant, of course,

Dr. Marsden told her, a twinkle in his blue eyes. He held the door into the clinic open for her and followed her through.

The room was already well-filled, despite the raw, cold rain that was falling in a slow, dispiriting drizzle. There were mothers with fretful babies, expectant mothers, awkward
-
looking men with enormous bandages to indicate injured limbs
...

They all looked up expectantly as Dr. Marsden and Hilary came in.


Good morning,

said Dr. Marsden.

This is Miss Westbrook, who

s going to assist me today. Miss Hazelton is not coming in. So you

ll have to give Miss Westbrook your names, and then give her time to find your charts, before she can help you.

Hilary sent a warm, friendly smile around the group, as Dr. Marsden went back to his office.


Let

s see now,

said Hilary,

who

s first?


I reckon I am miss.

A worn-looking woman in a too-thin coat, a ragged scarf about her head, rose with a baby in her
arms, a tiny, waxen-faced thing that twisted Hilary

s heart with pity.

It

s Samuel here

s the patient. Seems like we just can

t get him to eat, and he cries

bout all the time.

The baby twisted in her arms, wailing fretfully, and Hilary

s experienced ears scarcely needed the chart which she located as the woman gave her name to understand that the child

s trouble was chiefly malnutrition. The poor mite was starving to death! She caught her thoughts back, and ushered the woman into Dr. Marsden

s treatment room.

She worked happily throughout the morning; happily, because here she felt that her nursing skill, her ability, were needed and being turned toward the purpose for which she had worked hard to acquire them.

She lost track of time. Gradually the group thinned out, until at last she helped Dr. Marsden change the dressing on an arm cruelly gored by a bull. She smiled wearily.


And that

s the last one,

she announced.


And clinic hours were over an hour ago,

he reminded her, smiling.

You

d better run along and get some lunch. Can you come back from two until four?


Of course,

Hilary assured him.

There

s nothing in the Club that the P.N.s can

t handle, and Middy

s there.


Good!

said Dr. Marsden.

I can

t tell you what a pleasure it

s been to have your assistance. Janie

s a nice child but

well, you

re a nurse!

Hilary glowed happily.


Aren

t you coming to lunch, Doctor?

she asked, watching him hang up his white coat, slide into his jacket and overcoat, reach for his black bag.


No, I have some house calls, and on a day like this I

ll have to step lively to make them and get back in time for the clinic,

he told her.


But, Doctor, you can

t go without food.


I have a couple of patients I simply have to see, Nurse. I

m—well, I

m worried about them,

he admitted, and looked a little abashed.

I know it

s considered unprofessional to get personally involved in a patient

s problems, but there it is.


I

ll bring you a tray when you get back, and you can eat while I keep the clinic patients occupied,

she told him firmly.

He was already at the door opening into the clinic but at the mention of a tray he turned and glanced at her, his blue eyes brimming with abashed laughter.


So we

re going to have a tray patient after all, and it

s
going to be me?

he mocked lightly, and added quickly,

I want to apologize for last night.


Oh, skip it,

urged Hilary.

You just didn

t understand. I mean, if you knew Mrs. Barton
...


I had that pleasure first thing this morning, and she is really a grand little soul,

said Dr. Marsden firmly, and scowled.

I

m wondering how she is going to adjust to the Club. She seems so frightened and forlorn, like a small bird that

s escaped its cage and wishes it could find the way back inside.

He seemed to remember the passing of time, and pulled himself up, lifted his hat in a little salute and went hurrying out.

Hilary came into the dining room, looked swiftly about for a vacant table, and in a far corner saw Mrs. Barton. Neat, crisply fresh in a pale gray cotton dress with tiny yellow flowers sprinkled over it, Mrs. Barton sat drawn back, looking about her with wide, terrified eyes.

Hilary went swiftly toward her, and the way Mrs. Barton

s eyes lit up at the sight of her touched Hilary deeply.


Oh, I

m so glad to see you, Miss Westbrook,

Mrs. Barton murmured, looking about her uneasily at the other women in their smart, expensive morning dresses.

I feel so lost! I just don

t
belong
in a place like this!


Nonsense, of course you do,

said Hilary lightly.

It

s just that you haven

t had a chance to get acquainted.

Mrs. Barton threw an anxious glance about the room and seemed to shrink into an even smaller space.


They—they all look so—so—well, so sure of themselves,

she said huskily.

I just wouldn

t know what to talk about to them. I

m not used to women who wear expensive clothes in the mornings!

She tilted her chin defiantly at Hilary as though fearful of being laughed at.


All my friends have housework and cleaning and cooking to do, and children to look after and gardening,

she went on in a little rush of words.

These women look as if they

d never had a worry in the world. I

m going to write Jill to come and take me back home. I

ll find somebody to stay with me
...

Her voice broke, and she set her teeth hard in her lower lip to control its quivering.

Hilary waited, not trying to answer her, knowing that it was good for her to talk out her uneasiness.


They brought me here because they had made all sorts of
inquiries and people said this was the finest old people

s home in the South, and they thought I

d be happy here,

Mrs. Barton went on after a moment.

They said I

d find people of my generation that I could be friends with. They can

t really afford to keep me here, I know. Oh, Jill claims Elliott

s making money hand over fist and Juddy

s doing real well, too; but it

s not right for them to have to pay out so much money for me to stay here. I

d be much happier at home, with a companion. Maybe I could rent a room—or fix up an apartment—and then I

d have my garden.

Hilary listened, her heart twisting.

Mrs. Barton drew a long, hard breath and looked across the small table at Hilary.


I don

t want to be a nuisance, Miss Westbrook,

she pleaded.

But I

m so homesick I could just about die!

Hilary glanced about the room, wishing she knew the women in it better, so that she could select someone who would be congenial as a friend for Mrs. Barton. And then she saw Mr. Hodding just entering the room, which was well
-
filled now.


Excuse me,

she said hurriedly to Mrs. Barton and went quickly to Mr. Hodding, who greeted her with a pleased smile.

Mr. Hodding, will you do me a favor?

Mr. Hodding beamed at her.


Why, my dear, it would be a privilege,

he assured her warmly.

Hilary slipped her hand through his arm and murmured swiftly,

We have a new guest who just arrived last night, and she

s terribly homesick and lonely. Please come and have lunch at her table and cheer her up.


I

m flattered,

said Mr. Hodding wryly,

that you think I can. Cheer her up, I mean.

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