He was a young subaltern. One evening the pretty nurse had just
finished making him comfortable for the night, and before going off
duty asked: “Is there anything I can do for you before I leave?”
Dear little Two Stars replied: “Well, yes! I should like very much to
be kissed good-night.”
Nurse rustled to the door. “Just wait till I call the orderly,” she
said. “He does all the rough work here.”
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