" She bent her head to keep the
swirling snowflakes from her face. Martha is fat and short and rapid
walking is difficult. "I was just about to leave for the other end
of town to see a typhoid case of Miss Wyatt's. She's young and gets
frightened easily, and I promised I'd come some time to-day, though
it's out of my district. Who is this girl I'm going to see?"
"I don't know. I heard Mr. Guard and Mrs. Mundy call her Lillie
Pierce. They seemed to know her. I never saw her before."
"Never heard of her." Miss White, who had been district nursing for
fourteen years, made effort to recall the name. "She had a
hemorrhage, you say?"
She did not wait for an answer, but went up the steps ahead of me,
and envy filled me as I followed her into the room where she was to
find her patient. Professionally Miss White was one person, socially
another. Off duty she was slow and shy and consciously awkward. In
the sick-room she was transformed. Quiet, cool, steady, alert, she
knew what to do and how to do it. With a word to the others, her
coat and hat were off and she was standing by the bed, and again I
was humiliated that I knew how to do so little, was of so little
worth.
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