But somehow the career of a nurse is
so--well--difficult, and--hard," Mrs. Thomas went on. "I wonder how you
can approach it with your enthusiasm undaunted after months of service."
"I do not know, but it seems my road to what is mine. It gets me so near
people--when they most need me--are so glad to have me! There seems to
be nothing between me--and them. I love it, oh! I love it, Mrs. Thomas!"
"See here, Miss Glynn, where are you going this afternoon?"
"I do not know; just--going."
"I wish--dear me! I do wish you could go somewhere; do something
shockingly frivolous."
"No, I couldn't to-day. I feel like praying--or dancing. There's the most
wonderful, singing feeling inside of me. That's why I do not need--fun
as much as most of the girls do. You are very kind; I think I will go to
your big, fine park and walk and walk. I'd like to see the sun set and
the stars----"
"Now, Miss Glynn, unless you promise me to get under shelter before the
stars come out I'll call the police. Some day you will learn that New
York is not your Canadian hamlet."
Priscilla laughed gayly.
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