He advised a nurse, and gave the name of a young woman who was very good, he said.
Sudden telephoned straightway for the nurse, and Mary V locked herself into her room to cry about it.
The nurse came that night, and went briskly in and out of the guest room.
She wore her hair parted and slicked back from her face, and rubber heels; and she smiled reassuringly whenever she saw Mary V or Mrs.Selmer or any one else who looked anxious.

And she never once failed to close the door of the guest room gently but firmly behind her.

Mary V hated that nurse with a vindictiveness wholly out of proportion to the cause.
None of these things did Johnny know.

Johnny lay quietly on his back with a neat, white bandage around his head.

His eyes were closed, his face was placid with the inscrutable calm of death or deep unconsciousness.