"What examination is it?"
"Old English--Miss Skelling."
"I will see Miss Skelling myself," said the doctor, "and explain that you cannot take the examination until you come out. And now," she added, making a note of Patty"s case, "I will have you put in the convalescent ward, and we will try the rest cure for a few days, and feed you up on chicken-broth and egg-nog, and see if we can get that appet.i.te back."
"Thank you," said Patty, with the resigned air of one who has given up struggling against the inevitable.
"I like to see you take an interest in your work," added the doctor, kindly; "but you must always remember, my dear, that health is the first consideration."
Patty returned to the study and executed an impromptu dance in the middle of the floor.
"What"s the matter?" exclaimed Priscilla. "Are you crazy?"
"No," said Patty; "only ill." And she went into her bedroom and began slinging things into a dress-suit case.
Priscilla stood in the doorway and watched her in amazement. "Are you going to New York?" she asked.
"No," said Patty; "to the infirmary."
"Patty Wyatt, you"re a wretched little hypocrite!"
"Not at all," said Patty, cheerfully. "I didn"t ask to go, but the doctor simply insisted. I told her I had an examination, but she said it didn"t make any difference; health must be the first consideration."
"What"s in that bottle?" demanded Priscilla.
"That"s for my appet.i.te," said Patty, with a grin; "the doctor hopes to improve it. I didn"t like to discourage her, but I don"t much believe she can." She dropped an Old English grammar and a copy of "Beowulf"
into her suit-case.
"They won"t let you study," said Priscilla.
"I shall not ask them," said Patty. "Good-by. Tell the girls to drop in occasionally and see me in my incarceration. Visiting hour from five to six." She stuck her head in again. "If any one wants to send violets, I think they might cheer me up."
THE next afternoon Georgie and Priscilla presented themselves at the infirmary, and were met at the door by the austere figure of the head nurse. "I will see if Miss Wyatt is awake," she said dubiously, "but I am afraid you will excite her; she"s to be kept very quiet."
"Oh, no; we"ll do her good," remonstrated Georgie; and the two girls tiptoed in after the nurse.
The convalescent ward was a large, airy room, furnished in green and white, with four or five beds, each surrounded with bra.s.s poles and curtains. Patty was lying in one of the corner beds near a window, propped up on pillows, with her hair tumbled about her face, and a table beside her covered with flowers and gla.s.ses of medicine. This elaborate paraphernalia of sickness created a momentary illusion in the minds of the visitors. Priscilla ran to the bedside and dropped on her knees beside her invalid room-mate.
"Patty dear," she said anxiously, "how do you feel?"
A seraphic smile spread over Patty"s face. "I"ve been able to take a little nourishment to-day," she said.
"Patty, you"re a scandalous humbug! Who gave you those violets? "With love, from Lady Clara Vere de Vere"--that blessed freshman!--and you"ve borrowed every drop of alcohol the poor child ever thought of owning.
And whom are those roses from? Miss Skelling! Patty, you ought to be ashamed."
Patty had the grace to blush slightly. "I was a trifle embarra.s.sed," she admitted; "but when I reflected upon how sorry she would have been to find out how little I knew, and how glad she will be to find out how much I know, my conscience was appeased."
"Have you been studying?" asked Georgie.
"Studying!" Patty lifted up the corner of her pillow and exhibited a blue book. "Two days more of this, and I shall be the chief authority in America on Anglo-Saxon roots."
"How do you manage it?"
"Oh," said Patty, "when the rest-hour begins I lie down and shut my eyes, and they tiptoe over and look at me, and whisper, "She"s asleep,"
and softly draw the curtains around the bed; and I get out the book and put in two solid hours of irregular verbs, and am still sleeping when they come to look at me. They"re perfectly astonished at the amount I sleep. I heard the nurse telling the doctor that she didn"t believe I"d had any sleep for a month. And the worst of it is," she added, "that I _am_ tired, whether you believe it or not, and I should just love to stay over here and sleep all day if I weren"t so beastly conscientious about that old grammar."
"Poor Patty!" laughed Georgie. "She will be imposing on herself next, as well as on the whole college."
Friday morning Patty returned to the world.
"How"s Old English?" inquired Priscilla.
"Very well, thank you. It was something of a cram, but I think I know that grammar by heart, from the preface to the index."
"You"re back in all your other work. Do you think it paid?"
"That remains to be seen," laughed Patty.
She knocked on Miss Skelling"s door, and, after the first polite greetings, stated her errand: "I should like, if it is convenient for you, to take the examination I missed."
"Do you feel able to take it to-day?"
"I feel much better able to take it to-day than I did on Tuesday."
Miss Skelling smiled kindly. "You have done very good work in Old English this semester, Miss Wyatt, and I should not ask you to take the examination at all if I thought it would be fair to the rest of the cla.s.s."
"Fair to the rest of the cla.s.s?" Patty looked a trifle blank; she had not considered this aspect of the question, and a slow red flush crept over her face. She hesitated a moment, and rose uncertainly. "When it comes to that, Miss Skelling," she confessed, "I"m afraid it wouldn"t be quite fair to the rest of the cla.s.s for me to take it."
Miss Skelling did not understand. "But, Miss Wyatt," she expostulated in a puzzled tone, "it was not difficult. I am sure you could pa.s.s."
Patty smiled. "I am sure I could, Miss Skelling. I don"t believe you could ask me a question that I couldn"t answer. But the point is that it"s all learned since Tuesday. The doctor was laboring under a little delusion--very natural under the circ.u.mstances--when she sent me to the infirmary, and I spent my time there studying."
"But, Miss Wyatt, this is very unusual. I shall not know how to mark you," Miss Skelling murmured in some distress.
"Oh, mark me zero," said Patty, cheerfully. "It doesn"t matter in the least--I know such a lot that I"ll get through on the finals. Good-by; I"m sorry to have troubled you." And she closed the door and turned thoughtfully homeward.
"Did it pay?" asked Priscilla.
Patty laughed and murmured softly:
""The King of France rode up the hill with full ten thousand men; The King of France did gain the top, and then rode down again.""
"What are you talking about?" demanded Priscilla.
"Old English," said Patty, as she sat down at her desk and commenced on the three days" work she had missed.