"And when you've drunk it you must go right to bed, Kitty," she added
presently. "You've had your own way, and you saw the thing through; but
there's always a reaction, and you'll pay for it. It wasn't fit work for
a girl of your age; but I'm proud of your nerve, and I'm glad you showed
the Young Doctor what you can do. You've got your father's brains and my
grit," she added with a sigh of satisfaction. "Come along--bed now,
Kitty. If you get too tired you'll have bad dreams."
Perhaps she was too tired. In any case she had dreams. Just as the
great surgeon performed his operation over and over in his sleep, so
Kitty Tynan, through long hours that night, and for many nights
afterwards, saw the swift knives, helped to staunch the blood, held the
basin, disinfected the instruments which had made an attack on the man
of men in her eyes, and saw the wound stitched up--the last act of the
business before the Young Doctor turned to her and said, "You'll do
wherever you're put in life, Miss Kitty Tynan. You're a great girl.
And now get some fresh air and forget all about it."
Forget all about it! So, the Young Doctor knew what happened after a
terrific experience like that! In truth, he knew only too well. Great
surgeons do surgery only and have innumerable operations to give them
skill; but a country physician and surgeon must be a sane being to keep
his nerve when called on to use the knife, and he must have a more than
usual gift for such business.
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