She was very pale
and it would have been hard for Surgeon Ackley to meet her agonized
look, her shrinking as if from a blow, were he unable to hold out
any hope.
"Mrs. Waldo," he said gravely, "your son is living and there's a
chance of his getting well. His cheerfulness and absolute quiet of
mind may save him. If he had fretted or desponded he would have died
before this."
"Yes," replied his mother with a great sigh of relief, "I know."
"Miss Baron, will you kindly prepare Waldo for his mother's visit?
Meanwhile, I will tell her a little about his case and our
management of it. He doesn't know that I sent for you, for I was not
sure you could come."
"Is this Miss Baron and one of my son's nurses?"
"Yes, and doing more for him than I--giving him all the bovine
nectar and honeyed words he can take."
"God bless you, my dear. Please let me kiss you."
When Miss Lou entered Waldo's tent he whispered with a laugh, "It's
four hours since you were here."
"No, scarcely two."
"Well, I'm as hungry as if it were four hours.
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