I sleep 'eaps better now." She drew her hurt leg up and down in the bed.

"Doctor, I 'd be all right, certain sure, if you let me out for arf-an-hour.

Sister let me sit out for ever so long yestiday, an' while she was dustin' out the men's ward I practised walkin'-- all the lenth of the room an' back." "When I told you never, on any account!" the Sister scolded.
"If I'd only the loan of a crutch!" pleaded Tilda; "an' it couldn' do me no 'arm in this weather." "Pining for liberty, hey ?" said the doctor.

(She saw what was passing through his mind, and despised him for it.) "Well, suppose, now, we let you out for just half an hour ?" Tilda clapped her palms together, and her eyes shone.

To herself she said: "Kiddin' of me, that's what they are.