The tap on my door was gentle but firm. A strange nurse entered and stood at the foot of my bed. “I have come to do you up.” “Have you?” I said, a little puzzled. “Aren’t you the Special who came from London to look after the very sick boy in the west wing?” “He does not need me any more.” “Tell me, was it dreadful?” “No, quite easy, poor laddie.” Nurse Patterson got my…
Scrap’s baby was nervy and fretful. She was brought occasionally to the San to visit her mother. Scrap had seen so little of her child, since the babe was old enough to take notice, that the child preferred her nurse. The woman spoiled her. Scrap groaned when the child turned away, but she dared not offend Nurse. The woman cared well for the infant. Scrap and I had become very good friends. After supper in…
Hokey had appendicitis; went up to London for operating; left me high and dry as a beach-log cast beyond flood-tide. I was nobody’s patient and was again a ‘Down’ confined to bed. When Bunker’s mumpy face and fallen arches shuffled round my room I feigned sleep. Ada’s violence shattered all sham. Bang, bang, bang, things crashed till Matron came to look into it. “Got a headache?” she asked me, not appearing to watch Ada. “Awful.