The next day it was the same, and the day after that--except that his cheeks began to hollow a little, and his eye sockets to deepen and darken.
And that pesky nurse wouldn't let Mary V stay in the room two minutes! She just shooed her out with that encouraging smile of hers, that Mary V wanted to slap.

Did she think, for gracious sake, that Mary V was going to murder Johnny?
Mary V was just going to tell the doctor that she had learned all about nursing, in her "Useful Knowledge" class at school.

She should think she was just exactly as well qualified to moisten that bandage with whatever it was they put on it, and keep the flies out of the room, and little things like that, as any old tow-headed nurse that ever shook down a thermometer.
But when the doctor came he looked so sort of sober that Mary V was afraid to ask him anything at all.

She went out into the hammock on the porch, where she could see the curtains flapping gently in the open window of Johnny's room.

And after awhile the doctor came out and looked at her and smiled a little, and said, "Well, have we captured any more bandits?
By George, I'd hate to be one and run across you, young lady.