Keep up heart, and
think of the word on the blue banner--hope."
She turned away and abruptly opened the door as she spoke. There stood
old Sally, with the eyes of a watching cat.
"Oh, dear me!" exclaimed the ancient handmaiden of Mrs. Oleander, very
much discomposed by this abrupt proceeding. "How you do startle a body
with your quick ways! Is Mrs. Oleander in here?"
"No," said Susan. "How could Mrs. Oleander be here when I left her, five
minutes ago, half crazy with toothache?"
"Well, she left the kitchen after you, and came up, and I thought she
might have dropped in to see the young woman," fibbed Sally. "How is
she?"
"Suppose you drop in and see for yourself," responded the nurse,
provoked into being pert to her elders. "Miss Dane, here's a visitor
for you."
Mollie turned round from the table, where she sat taking her evening
meal.
"I don't want you or your visitors, Mrs. Sharpe, if that be your name,"
said the irascible patient. "You're all a set of old tabby cats
together, and if you don't clear out, I'll fling something at your
head!"
She bounced from her chair as she spoke and brandished the tea-pot.
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