Cameron's eyes were already
fastened upon her. And she was worth any man's while to look at in her
tramping costume of toque and blanket coat. Tall, she looked, beside
the little nurse, lithe and strong, her close-fitting Hudson Bay blanket
coat revealing the swelling lines of her budding womanhood. The dainty
white toque perched upon the masses of gold-brown hair accentuated the
girlish freshness of her face. At the nurse's words she turned her eyes
upon Cameron and upon her face, pale with long night watches, a faint
red appeared. But her eyes were quiet and steady and kind; too quiet and
too kind for Cameron, who was looking for other signals. There was no
sign of disturbance in that face.
"Come on!" he said impatiently. "We have only one hour."
"Oh, what a glorious day!" cried Nurse Haley, drawing a deep breath and
striding out like a man to keep pace with Cameron. "And how good of you
to spare me the time!"
"I have been trying to get you alone for the last two weeks," said
Cameron.
"Two weeks?"
"Yes, for a month! I wanted to talk to you."
"To talk with me? About what?"
"About--well--about everything--about yourself."
"Me?"
"Yes. I don't understand you. You have changed so tremendously."
"Oh," exclaimed the girl, "I am so glad you have noticed that! Have I
changed much?"
"Much? I should say so! I find myself wondering if you are the Mandy I
used to know at all.
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