Betty turned pink. "I'm going to nurse--on the East Coast. My old
school has been turned into a hospital. And the other day Miss
Dacre--she was the principal, you know, and she is nursing there
now--wrote to mother and said they would take me."
"But," said the Indiarubber Man, "d'you think you could stick
it--hacking off fellows' legs, and that sort of thing? Blessed if I
could do it."
"Oh, yes," was the calm reply. "I passed all my exams, a long time
ago--in fact, I've been working down here at this hospital for the last
six months. We learned a good deal at school, you see. Home nursing,
and so on."
"Did you, by Jove! Simple dishes for the sick-room and spica bandages,
and all the rest of it?"