And the capables
willing to overlook the dreariness of the country in consideration of
high wages rose up immediately and bid him good-day when informed the
patient was a lunatic.
Dr. Oleander was driven to the verge of desperation, when, lo! just as
he was about to give it up in despair, there entered an applicant who
suited as if made to order.
The applicant--this "last, and brightest, and best"--was a woman of
uncertain age, tall and stout, strong and strapping, and adorned with a
head of violent red hair and a pair of green spectacles. Minus these two
disagreeable items, she was a highly respectable woman, with a grave,
shrewd face, and a portly person wrapped in a somber plaid shawl.
She stated her case. She had seen the advertisement, and had come to
apply for the situation. She was accustomed to the office of sick-nurse,
and considered herself fully qualified for it.
Her statement was plain and straightforward--much more so than that of
her predecessors. Dr. Oleander was inclined to be pleased, despite the
green spectacles.
"But I should wish you to go into the country--a very dull place
indeed.
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