Furtively under his glowering brows he stopped and searched the White Linen Nurse"s imperturbable face. "It"s an--established custom, you understand," he rewarned her. "I"m not advocating it, you understand,--I"m not defending it. I"m simply calling your attention to the fact that it is an established custom. If you decide to come to us, I--I couldn"t, you know, at forty-eight--begin all over again to--to have some one waiting for me on the top step the first of July to tell me--what a low beast I am--till I go down the steps again--the following June."
"No, of course not," conceded the White Linen Nurse. Blandly she lifted her lovely eyes to his. "Father"s like that!" she confided amiably.
"Once a year,--just Easter Sunday only,--he always buys him a brand new suit of clothes and goes to church. And it does something to him,--I don"t know exactly what, but Easter afternoon he always gets drunk,--oh mad, fighting drunk is what I mean, and goes out and tries to tear up the whole county." Worriedly two black thoughts puckered between her eyebrows. "And always," she said, "he makes Mother and me go up to Halifax beforehand to pick out the suit for him. It"s pretty hard sometimes," she said, "to find anything dressy enough for the morning, that"s serviceable enough for the afternoon."
"Eh?" jerked the Senior Surgeon. Then suddenly he began to smile again like a stormy sky from which the last cloud has just been cleared.
"Well, it"s all right then, is it? You"ll take us?" he asked brightly.
"Oh, no!" said the White Linen Nurse. "Oh, no, sir! Oh, no indeed, sir!" Quite perceptibly she jerked her way backward a little on the gra.s.s. "Thank you very much!" she persisted courteously. "It"s been very interesting! I thank you very much for telling me, but--"
"But what?" snapped the Senior Surgeon.
"But it"s too quick," said the White Linen Nurse. "No man could tell like that--just between one eye-wink and another what he wanted about anything,--let alone marrying a perfect stranger."
Instantly the Senior Surgeon bridled. "I a.s.sure you, my dear young lady," he retorted, "that I am entirely and completely accustomed to deciding between "one wink and another" just exactly what it is that I want. Indeed, I a.s.sure you that there are a good many people living to-day who wouldn"t be living, if it had taken me even as long as a wink and three-quarters to make up my mind!"
"Yes, I know, sir," acknowledged the White Linen Nurse. "Yes, of course, sir," she acquiesced with most commendable humility. "But all the same, sir, I couldn"t do it!" she persisted with inflexible positiveness.
"Why, I haven"t enough education," she confessed quite shamelessly.
"You had enough, I notice, to get into the hospital," drawled the Senior Surgeon a bit grumpily. "And that"s quite as much as most people have, I a.s.sure you! "A High School education or its equivalent,"--that is the hospital requirement, I believe?" he questioned tartly.
""A High School education or its--equivocation" is what we girls call it," confessed the White Linen Nurse demurely. "But even so, sir," she pleaded, "it isn"t just my lack of education! It"s my brains! I tell you, sir, I haven"t got enough brains to do what you suggest!"
"I don"t mean at all to belittle your brains," grinned the Senior Surgeon in spite of himself. "Oh, not at all, Miss Malgregor! But you see it isn"t especially brains that I"m looking for! Really what I need most," he acknowledged frankly, "is an extra pair of hands to go with the--brains I already possess!"
"Yes, I know, sir," persisted the White Linen Nurse. "Yes, of course, sir," she conceded. "Yes, of course, sir, my hands work--awfully--well--with your face. But all the same," she kindled suddenly, "all the same, sir, I can"t! I won"t! I tell you sir, I won"t!
Why, I"m not in your world, sir! Why, I"m not in your cla.s.s! Why--my folks aren"t like your folks! Oh, we"re just as good as you--of course--but we aren"t as nice! Oh, we"re not nice at all! Really and truly we"re not!" Desperately through her mind she rummaged up and down for some one conclusive fact that would close this torturing argument for all time. "Why--my father--eats with his knife," she a.s.serted triumphantly.
"Would he be apt to eat with mine?" asked the Senior Surgeon with extravagant gravity.
Precipitously the White Linen Nurse jumped to the defense of her father"s intrinsic honor. "Oh, no!" she denied with some vehemence.
"Father"s never cheeky like that! Father"s simple sometimes,--plain, I mean. Or he might be a bit sharp. But, oh, I"m sure he"d never be--cheeky! Oh, no, sir! No!"
"Oh, very well then," grinned the Senior Surgeon. "We can consider everything all comfortably settled then I suppose?"
"No, we can"t!" screamed the White Linen Nurse. A little awkwardly with cramped limbs she struggled partly upward from the gra.s.s and knelt there defying the Senior Surgeon from her temporarily superior height. "No, we can"t!" she reiterated wildly. "I tell you I can"t, sir! I won"t! I won"t! I"ve been engaged once and it"s enough! I tell you, sir, I"m all engaged out!"
"What"s become of the man you were engaged to?" quizzed the Senior Surgeon sharply.
"Why--he"s married!" said the White Linen Nurse. "And they"ve got a kid!" she added tempestuously.
"Good! I"m glad of it!" smiled the Senior Surgeon quite amazingly. "Now he surely won"t bother us any more."
"But I was engaged so long!" protested the White Linen Nurse. "Almost ever since I was born, I said. It"s too long. You don"t get over it!"
"He got over it," remarked the Senior Surgeon laconically.
"Y-e-s," admitted the White Linen Nurse. "But I tell you it doesn"t seem decent. Not after being engaged--twenty years!" With a little helpless gesture of appeal she threw out her hands. "Oh, can"t I make you understand, sir?"
"Why, of course, I understand," said the Senior Surgeon briskly. "You mean that you and John--"
"His name was "Joe,"" corrected the White Linen Nurse.
With astonishing amiability the Senior Surgeon acknowledged the correction. "You mean," he said, "you mean that you and--Joe--have been cradled together so familiarly all your babyhood that on your wedding night you could most naturally have said "Let me see--Joe,--it"s two pillows that you always have, isn"t it? And a double-fold of blanket at the foot?" You mean that you and Joe have been washed and scrubbed together so familiarly all your young childhood that you could identify Joe"s headless body twenty years hence by the kerosene-lamp scar across his back? You mean that you and Joe have played house together so familiarly all your young tin-dish days that even your rag dolls called Joe "Father"? You mean that since your earliest memory,--until a year or so ago,--Life has never once been just You and Life, but always You and Life and Joe? You and Spring and Joe,--You and Summer and Joe,--You and Autumn and Joe,--You and Winter and Joe,--till every conscious nerve in your body has been so everlastingly Joed with Joe"s Joeness that you don"t believe there "s any experience left in life powerful enough to eradicate that original impression? Eh?"
"Yes, sir," flushed the White Linen Nurse.
"Good! I"m glad of it!" snapped the Senior Surgeon. "It doesn"t make you seem quite so alarmingly innocent and remote for a widower to offer marriage to. Good, I say! I"m glad of it!"
"Even so--I don"t want to," said the White Linen Nurse. "Thank you very much, sir! But even so, I don"t want to."
"Would you marry--Joe--now if he were suddenly free and wanted you?"
asked the Senior Surgeon bluntly.
"Oh, my Lord, no!" said the White Linen Nurse.
"Other men are pretty sure to want you," admonished the Senior Surgeon.
"Have you made up your mind--definitely that you"ll never marry anybody?"
"N--o, not exactly," confessed the White Linen Nurse.
An odd flicker twitched across the Senior Surgeon"s face like a sob in the brain.
"What"s your first name, Miss Malgregor?" he asked a bit huskily.
"Rae," she told him with some surprise.
The Senior Surgeon"s eyes narrowed suddenly again.
"d.a.m.n it all, Rae," he said, "_I--want you!_"
Precipitously the White Linen Nurse scrambled to her feet. "If you don"t mind, sir," she cried, "I"ll run down to the brook and get myself a drink of water!"
Impishly like a child, muscularly like a man, the Senior Surgeon clutched out at the flapping corner of her coat.
"No you don"t!" he laughed, "till you"ve given me my definite answer--yes or no!"
Breathlessly the White Linen Nurse spun round in her tracks. Her breast was heaving with ill-suppressed sobs. Her eyes were blurred with tears.
"You"ve no business--to hurry me so!" she protested pa.s.sionately. "It isn"t fair!--It isn"t kind!"
Sluggishly in the Senior Surgeon"s jolted arms the Little Girl woke from her feverish nap and peered up perplexedly through the gray dusk into her father"s face.
"Where"s--my kitty?" she asked hazily.
"Eh?" jerked the Senior Surgeon.
Harshly the little iron leg-braces clanked together.
In an instant the White Linen Nurse was on her knees in the gra.s.s. "You don"t hold her right, sir!" she expostulated. Deftly with little soft, darting touches, interrupted only by rubbing her knuckles into her own tears, she reached out and eased successively the bruise of a buckle or the dragging weight on a little cramped hip.