were, you don't know what pain _is_ beside what that boy
suffered! Well, I sent for the doctor--a young brat of a fella that
hadn't but just left college. 'He'll want an anaesthetic,' says he,
'I'll send down for Doctor ----' (I'll not tell you his name--Smith,
I'll call him!) 'Do you give him some brandy, nurse,' says he, 'Dr.
Smith'll be here soon.' Sure enough he was, and glad I was to see him,
for the patient was suffering greatly, and the leg swelling every
minyute. It was a long ward he was in, and no one at all in it but
himself. At the far end there was a table and a lamp, and down at the
table me gentlemen sat, and commenced to talk."

Nurse Brennan paused, and Mrs. Mangan gave the fire a well-directed
poke, that set the flames branching upwards. The tale was resumed, in
those cool and equable tones that express a more perfected indignation
than any heat or haste could convey.

"Well, that was nine o'clock, and they talked there for two hours, and
I giving the patient brandy, and expecting every minyute he'd
collapse. And what do you suppose they were talking about? Fighting
they were! Disputing which of them would perform the operation, and
which would administer the chloroform!"

Mrs. Mangan laughed lightly, and said: "I wouldn't at all doubt it!"

"Impossible!" exclaimed Larry.

"Not a bit impossible!" said Nurse Brennan, "and how d'ye think they
settled it in the end? They arranged one of them would begin th'
operation and go on for five minutes, and then he should stop and give
the anaesthetic, and the other would go on with the leg! Oh, it's the