Anyhow, I'm the only one that's going to be appointed.

I won't wait for Louise to wake up.

Just tell her the news and help her to get ready on time.

And now, I'm off.

Good morning, Martha." She really had no words of protest ready at hand, and it was long after queer old John Merrick had gone away that she remembered a dozen effective speeches that she might have delivered.
"After all," she sighed, taking up her cup again, "it may be the best thing in the world for Louise.