I
know the side of it you mean, Alan, and it is dreadful at first;
but after a little, you'd get used to that, and I think there
could be nothing grander than to spend all your life in mending
broken bones, and cutting people to pieces to take out bad places,
and helping them to grow all strong and well. I'd rather be a real
good doctor than the President in the White House, and I don't
believe but what I'd do more good."
While she was speaking, Alan watched her with admiration, for her
eyes had grown dark and deep, and her whole face was alive with
the earnestness of her words.
"You ought to have been a nurse, Poll," he said, when she had
finished her outburst. "That's what makes you so nice and
comfortable when I'm sick. I'd rather have you than Molly any day.
But don't let's talk about it any longer; I can't keep those poor
babies out of my head. They just seem to stick there."
"Go to see them again, and perhaps they won't," suggested Polly
quickly.
"I'll see about it," said Alan; "but it strikes me I had enough of
it this morning to last me for one while." And he lapsed into
silence once more, while Polly eyed him stealthily, trying to read
his thought.
When he spoke again, it was on an entirely different subject, and
with an evident effort to dismiss the matter from his mind.
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