"Can you find anyone who knows anything about nursing?"
"There's Widdy O'Halloran down the street, sorr, she've done a bit av it."
"See if she'll come in and help; I'll pay her," I said.
"The good Lord bless ye for a kind gintleman," said the old soul in a husky whisper as she left the room.
"You love, come over to me," shouted the invalid. "Where are the drinks?"
"Coming, Susie, coming," I said. "Now you must stay quiet in bed," and I mixed her a good tumblerful of the drink she required.
The Widdy O'Halloran was able to stop, and, giving her instructions, I left, followed by the imprecations of the once handsome, clever nurse.
I went straight to the house of Dale, a practitioner close by, and, telling him of the case, asked if he would, as a favour, look in and see her, and give me his opinion.
"She has nursed several cases for me," I told him, "and I am anxious about her; she seems to be quite friendless."
I dare not, as you will understand, put in a trained nurse, as she might in her ravings talk about me; whereas the Widdy, if supplied
