Also she was
wearing a little invalid's wrap of lace and pink silk, given her by Mrs.
Burns, and this helped the effect.
Anne unfolded the note. Miss Arden went away with the empty tray, and
remained away some time. Miss Arden, as has been said before, was a
most remarkable nurse.
The note read thus:
The Next Corridor, 10:30 A.M.
DEAR MISS LINTON:
The time has come, it seems to me, for two patients who have
nothing to do but while away the hours for a bit longer, to
help each other out. What do you say? I suppose you don't know
that I've been lying flat on my back now for a fortnight,
getting over a rather bad spill from my car. I'm pretty
comfortable now, thank you, so don't waste a particle of
sympathy; but the hours must certainly drag for you as they do
for me, and my idea is that we ought to establish some sort of
system of intercommunication. I have an awfully obliging
nurse, and a young man with a fiddle here besides, and I'd
like to send you a short musicale when you feel up to it. Are
you fond of music? I have a notion you are. Franz will come
and play for you whenever you say. But besides that I'd
awfully like to have a note from you as soon as you are able
to write. I'll answer it, you know--and then you'll answer
that, perhaps--and so the hours will go by. I know this is a
rather free-and-easy-sounding proposition from a perfect
stranger, as I suppose you think me, but circumstances do
alter cases, you know, and if our circumstances can't alter
our cases, then it's no good being laid up!
Hearty congratulations on that raging appetite.
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