The day had been a hard one. The operating room nurses were fagged. Two
or three probationers had been sent to help cleanup, and a senior nurse.
Wilson's eyes caught the nurse's eyes as she passed him.

"Here, too, Miss Harrison!" he said gayly. "Have they set you on my
trail?"

With the eyes of the room on her, the girl answered primly:-"I'm to be in your office in the mornings, Dr. Wilson, and anywhere I am
needed in the afternoons."

"And your vacation?"

"I shall take it when Miss Simpson comes back."

Although he went on at once with his conversation with the interne, he
still heard the click of her heels about the room. He had not lost the fact
that she had flushed when he spoke to her. The mischief that was latent in
him came to the surface. When he had rinsed his hands, he followed her,
carrying the towel to where she stood talking to the superintendent of the
training school.

"Thanks very much, Miss Gregg," he said. "Everything went off nicely."

"I was sorry about that catgut. We have no trouble with what we prepare
ourselves. But with so many operations--"

He was in a magnanimous mood. He smiled' at Miss Gregg, who was elderly
and gray, but visibly his creature.

"That's all right. It's the first time, and of course it will be the
last."