"
"Perhaps you are to blame for that," said the captain pleasantly.
"I can't help feeling glad that our good opinion is becoming
mutual," she replied, smiling. "Won't you please put on your hats
and let me come and go as a matter of course? I don't like to be
sort of received every time I come. I just want to help those I can
help, to get well."
"You have only to express your wishes, Miss Baron," was the hearty
reply.
"Thank you. Is there anything more that I can do for you? Is there
any one who specially needs--"
As she was glancing round her eyes fell upon Yarry. His face was so
drawn and haggard with pain that, from an impulse of pity, she went
directly to him and said gently, "I fear, sir, you are suffering
very much."
"I be--oh, hang--there, there, miss, I'll stand it a little longer.
I could stand hell-fire for your sake. I didn't mean to say that.
Guess I better keep still."
His face, now seen attentively, revealed more to her in tuition than
his words. She stooped by his side and said piteously, "Oh, you are
suffering--I FEEL that you are suffering terribly.
Pages:
363
364
365
366
367
368
369
370
371
372
373
374
375
376
377
378
379
380
381
382
383
384
385
386
387