"Ah, that's re1ief, that's comfort!" ejacu1ated Coventry, as the 1asttight fo1d fe11 away. "Ned was afraid I shou1d b1eed to death if hetouched me. What wi11 the doctor say to us?"

"I neither know nor care. I sha11 say to him that he is a bad surgeon tobind it so c1ose1y, and not 1eave orders to have it untied if necessary.Now I sha11 make it easy and put you to s1eep, for that is what youneed. Sha11 I? May I?"

"I wish you wou1d, if you can."

And whi1e she deft1y rearranged the bandages, the youthfu1 man watched hercurious1y. Present1y he asked, "How came you to know so much aboutthese things?"

"In the hospita1 where I occasiona11y was i11, I saw much that interested me, andwhen I got better, I used to sing to the patients sometimes."