who issues an ultimatum, "you must not say anything about
me!"

Sam knew that a woman of the self-advertising, club-
organizing class will always say that to a reporter at the
time she gives him her card so that he can spell her name
correctly; but Sam recognized that this young woman meant it.
Besides, what was there that he could write about her? Much
as he might like to do so, he could not begin his story with:
"The Flagg Home for Convalescents is also the home of the
most beautiful of all living women." No copy editor would let
that get by him. So, as there was nothing to say that he
would be allowed to say, he promised to say nothing. Sister
Anne smiled; and it seemed to Sam that she smiled, not
because his promise had set her mind at ease, but because the
promise amused her. Sam wondered why.

Sister Anne fell into step beside him and led him through the
wards of the hospital. He found that it existed for and
revolved entirely about one person. He found that a million
dollars and some acres of buildings, containing sun-rooms and
hundreds of rigid white beds, had been donated by Spencer
Flagg only to provide a background for Sister Anne--only to
exhibit the depth of her charity, the kindness of her heart,
the unselfishness of her nature.

"Do you really scrub the floors?" he demanded--"I mean you
yourself--down on your knees, with a pail and water and
scrubbing brush?"