Sister Anne raised her beautiful eyebrows and laughed at him.

"We do that when we first come here," she said--"when we are
probationers. Is there a newer way of scrubbing floors?"

"And these awful patients," demanded Sam--"do you wait on
them? Do you have to submit to their complaints and whinings
and ingratitude?" He glared at the unhappy convalescents as
though by that glance he would annihilate them. "It's not
fair!" exclaimed Sam. "It's ridiculous. I'd like to choke
them!"

"That's not exactly the object of a home for convalescents,"
said Sister Anne.

"You know perfectly well what I mean," said Sam. "Here are
you--if you'll allow me to say so--a magnificent, splendid,
healthy young person, wearing out your young life over a lot
of lame ducks, failures, and cripples."

"Nor is that quite the way we look at," said Sister Anne.

"We?" demanded Sam.

Sister Anne nodded toward a group of nurse

"I'm not the only nurse here," she said "There are over
forty."

"You are the only one here," said Sam, "who is not! That's