him overdressed.
At her question he closed his eyes, shutting out the peaceful arch and the bit of blue heaven overhead. He did not reply at once.
“Good gracious, I believe he's asleep!” said Sidney to the pasteboard box.
But he opened his eyes and smiled at her.
“I've been around hospitals a little. I suppose now there is no question about your going?”
“The superintendent said I was young, but that any protegee of Dr. Wilson's would certainly be given a chance.”
“It is hard work, night and day.”
“Do you think I am afraid of work?”
“And—Joe?”
Sidney colored vigorously and sat erect.
“He is very silly. He's taken all sorts of idiotic notions in his head.”
“Such as—”
“Well, he HATES the hospital, of course. As if, even if I meant to marry him, it wouldn't be years before he can be ready.”
“Do you think you are quite fair to Joe?”
“I haven't promised to marry him.”
“But he thinks you mean to. If you have quite made up your mind not to, better tell him, don't you think? What—what are these idiotic notions?”
Sidney considered, poking a slim finger into the little holes in the box.
“You can see how stupid he is, and—and young. For one thing, he's jealous of you!”
“I see. Of course that is silly, although your attitude toward his suspicion is hardly flattering to me.”
He smiled up at
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