N EXTRAORDINARY NURSE

"A letter for you, Nora," said Larry, coming just in from the post
office.

"From Jane!" cried Nora, tearing open the letter. "Oh, glory," she
continued. "They are coming. Let's see, written on the ninth, leaving
to-morrow and arrive at Melville Station on the twelfth. Why, that's
tomorrow."

"Who, Nora?" said Larry. "Jane?"

"Yes, Jane and her father. She says, 'We mean to stay two or three days,
if you can have us, on our way to Banff.'"

"Hurrah! Good old Jane! What train did you say?" cried Larry.

"Sixteen-forty-five to-morrow at Melville Station."

"'We'll have one trunk and two boxes, so you will need some sort of rig,
I am afraid. I hope this will not be too much trouble.'"

"Isn't that just like Jane?" said Larry. "I bet you she gives the size
of the trunk, doesn't she, Nora?"

"A steamer trunk and pretty heavy, she says."

"Same old girl. Does she give you the colour?" inquired Larry. "Like an
old maid, she is."

"Nonsense," said Nora, closing up her letter. "Oh, it's splendid. Let's
see, it is eight years since we saw her."

"Just about fifteen months since I saw her," said Larry.

"And about four months for me," said Kathleen.

"But eight years for me," cried Nora, "and she has never missed writing
me every week, except once when she had the mumps, and she made her
father write that week. Now we shall have to take our old democrat to
meet her, the awful old thing," said Nora in a tone of disgust.

"Jane won't mind if it is a hayrack," said Larry.

"No, but her father. He's such a swell. I hate meeting him with that old
bone cart. But we can't help it. Oh, I am just nutty over her coming. I
wonder what she's like?"

"Why, she's the same old Jane," said Larry. "That's one immense
satisfaction about her. She is always the same, no matter when, how or
where you meet her. There's never a change in Jane."

"I wonder if she has improved--got any prettier, I mean."

"Prettier! What the deuce are you talking about?" said Larry
indignantly. "Prettier! Like a girl that is! You never think of looks
when you see Jane. All you see is just Jane and her big blue eyes and
her smile. Prettier! Who wants her prettier?"

"Oh, all right, Larry. Don't fuss. She IS plain-looking, you know. But
she is such a good sort. I must tell Mrs. Waring-Gaunt."

"Do," said Larry, "and be sure to ask her for her car."

Nora made a face at him, but ran to the 'phone and in an ecstatic jumble