wide young eyes on him. "Is that--is your nurse from
the hospital here?"

"Yes. But she's not my nurse. She's a substitute."

"The uniform is so pretty." Poor Sidney! with all the things she had
meant to say about a life of service, and that, although she was young,
she was terribly in earnest.

"It takes a lot of plugging before one gets the uniform. Look here,
Sidney; if you are going to the hospital because of the uniform, and
with any idea of soothing fevered brows and all that nonsense--"

She interrupted him, deeply flushed. Indeed, no. She wanted to work.
She was young and strong, and surely a pair of willing hands--that was
absurd about the uniform. She had no silly ideas. There was so much to
do in the world, and she wanted to help. Some people could give money,
but she couldn't. She could only offer service. And, partly through
earnestness and partly through excitement, she ended in a sort of
nervous sob, and, going to the window, stood with her back to him.

He followed her, and, because they were old neighbors, she did not
resent it when he put his hand on her shoulder.

"I don't know--of course, if you feel like that about it," he said,
"we'll see what can be done. It's hard work, and a good many times it
seems futile. They die, you know, in spite of all we can do. And there
are many things that are worse than death--"

His voice trailed off. When he had started out in his profession, he
had had some such ideal of service as this girl beside him. For just
a moment, as he stood there close to her, he saw things again with the
eyes of his young faith: to relieve pain, to straighten the crooked,
to hurt that he might heal,--not to show the other men what he could
do,--that had been his early creed. He sighed a little as he turned
away.

"I'll speak to the superintendent about you," he said. "Perhaps you'd
like me to show you around a little."

"When? To-day?"

He had meant in a month, or a year. It was quite a minute before he
replied:--

"Yes, to-day, if you say. I'm operating at four. How about three
o'clock?"

She held out both hands, and he took them, smiling.

"You are the kindest person I ever met."

"And--perhaps you'd better not say you are applying until we find out if
there is a vacancy."

"May I tell one person?"

"Mother?"

"No. We--we have a roomer now. He is very much interested. I should like
to tell him."

He dropped her hands and looked at her in mock severity.

"Muc