"Ed," hazarded the girl.

"No, indeed. You try, Paul."

"Walter Pennington," replied Paul, smiling.

"Indeed, Walter probably has forgotten my very existence."

"Then it was - "

"Oh, you would never guess. It - was - Rob Roland!"

A dark look stole over the face of the young man on the bed. "I
don't like him, Clip," he said.

"Neither do I," she replied promptly. "That is precisely why I am
so nice to him. I have to keep friends with him just now. And I
have not the slightest doubt his motive is identical with my own."
She paused to laugh indifferently, then she tossed aside her dust
coat and stood revealed in spotless white linen. "How do you like
me?" she asked, straightened up to her short height. "Am I not a
full-fledged `strained' nurse, now? You know I am summoned to
court this afternoon, and all the papers will describe me."

Her brightness seemed infectious. Paul leaned upon his elbow, and
Hazel was actually interested in Clip's new costume.

"Yes," she went on. "You see, Mrs. Salvey has been called to
account for Wren - did you ever hear of anything so ridiculous?