Have I seen you before? And where? And how
long ago? And what's happening to me? With these questions he vexed
his soul while he strove to keep track of the conversation between the
three.
A call from the other tent summoned Nurse Haley.
"Let me go instead," cried the little nurse eagerly. But, light-footed
as a deer, Mandy was already gone.
When the tent flap had fallen behind her Cameron pushed back his plate,
leaned forward upon the table and, looking the little nurse full in the
face, said:
"Now, it's no use carrying this on. What have you done to her?" And the
little nurse laughed her brightest and most joyous laugh.
"What has she done to us, you mean."
"No. Come now, take pity on a fellow. I left her--well--you know what.
And now--how has this been accomplished?"
"Soul, my boy," said the doctor emphatically, "and the hairdresser
and--"
But Cameron ignored him.
"Can you tell me?" he said to the nurse.
"Well, as a nurse, is she quite impossible?"
"Oh, spare me," pleaded Cameron. "I acknowledge my sin and my folly is
before me. But tell me, how was this miracle wrought?"
"What do you mean exactly? Specify."
"Oh, hang it! Well, beginning at the top, there's her hair."
"Her hair?"
"Yes."
"Then, her complexion--her grace of form--her style--her manner.
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