anted one, on that sort of a tour, and every
place in the tonneau counts.

"Isn't there anything the matter with any of them?" I asked.

"What a suspicious lot you nurses are!" he said, with his queer little
chuckle (all the young doctors try to imitate it in the hospital).
"The daughter's a little nervous, that's all. It's for her they're
taking the trip, to give her a change."

"Now look here, Dr. Stanchon," I said, "I'm here to tell you that I
don't want any of your old dope cases, and I might just as well say so
first as last. That last young man of yours was about all I wanted.
He was a sweet creature, wasn't he?"

This probably sounds very fresh to you, but everybody knows me: I speak
right out, and if you want me, you have to stand it! And the way I
slaved over that boy, and he getting morphine from his valet right
along--it was simply disgusting.

"It's nothing like that--nothing at all," said he; "don't get so
excited!"

"Oh, very well," I said, "then I suppose it's melancholia. Not for
mine, if you please. Perhaps you remember that charming woman that
jumped out of the window? I'm no clairvoyant, and that was enough for
me, thank you."

"You're getting saucy, Jessop," he said, "but it's not melancholia.
But you certainly had a hard time with that one."

And I should say I did. The foxy thing was as good as gold for three
weeks, minded everything I said, fairly ate out of my hand, and got us
so that we all believed she did better for me alone than when I had
help handy. Of course I kept my eye on her, but nevertheless, the
other nurse just above gave up the job, and used to be off learning
French from the governess they had, most of the time. So when madam
got us where she wanted us, she tied me to the door knob and jumped out
of the window before my eyes! And I can tell you, the thirty dollars a
week that would get me on a case like that again, never left the
Treasury!

"I assure you it's not that at all," he said. "It's a case of nerves,
that's all."

"Nerves! nerves!" I repeated (I _was_ pretty snippy, I suppose).
"That's all right for the family, doctor, but what's the matter with
her? I've got to know, haven't I, some time?"

"Well, I must say you nurses are getting to be the limit," he said.
"The truth is, I spoil you. But there's something in what you say, of
course. Now here's the whole business. This girl, and she's a sweet,
lovely girl, too, had a maid, that was a sort of