"You come with me," she said. She went to a little room, and
all alone she asked Mickey questions; with his eyes straight on hers, he
answered. She told him surely he could take care of Lily. She explained
how. She rang for a basket and packed it full of things he must have,
showing him how to use them. She told him to come each Saturday at four
o'clock, as she was going off duty, and tell her how he was getting along.
She gave him a thermometer, and told him how to learn if the child had
fever. She told him about food, and she put in an ointment, instructing
him to rub the little back with it, so the bed would not be so tiresome.
She showed him how to arrange the pillows; when he left, the tears were
rolling down Mickey's cheeks. Both of them were so touched she laid her
arm across his shoulder again and went as far as the elevator, while a
passport to her at any time was in his pocket.
"I 'spect other folks tell you you are beautiful like flowers, or music,
or colours," said Mickey in farewell, "but you look like a window in
Heaven to me, and I can see right through you to God and all the beautiful
angels; but what gets me is why the other one had to bust her crust, to
make you come true!"
The nurse was laughing and wiping her eyes at the same time.
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