morning.

With the one thought of a visit to the hospital during the permitted
hours, she made a hasty toilet, followed by an equally speedy breakfast,
and was actually on her way downstairs when she recalled her promise of a
gift. A glance at her watch told her that there was not time to go to the
shops, and hurrying back to her room, she glanced around for something
among the knick-knacks scattered about. Finding nothing that she could
conceive of as bringing pleasure to the waif, she took from a drawer of
her desk a photograph of herself, and descended to the carriage.

She had reason to be thankful for her recollection, as, once her
greetings, and questions to the nurse about the patient's condition were
made, Swot demanded,

"Wheer's dat present dat youse promised me?"

"I did not have time this morning to get something especially for you,"
she explained, handing him the portrait, "so for want of anything better,
I've brought you my picture."

The urchin took the gift and looked at both sides. "Wotinell's dat good
for?" he demanded contemptuously.

"I thought--hoped it might please you, as showing you that I had
forgiven--that I liked you."

"Ah, git on de floor an' look at youseself," disgustedly remarked Swot.
"Dat talk don't cut no ice wid me. W'y didn't youse ask wot Ise wants?"