She stood still, with a fierce little
air of defiance; and as we came near I saw that under the thrown-back
cloak her left arm was in a white sling.
Her brother saw it also. "Hullo, what have you been up to?" he wanted to
know. "You've given us the scare of our lives!"
"Thank you," the girl said. "Please speak for yourself!"
"He may speak for us, too," Brian assured her. "We thought of the air
raid. And even now, I don't feel as if we'd been wrong. Your voice
sounds as if you were in pain. You've been hurt!"
"It's nothing at all," she answered shortly, but her tone softened
slightly for Brian. Even _she_ had her human side, it seemed. "A window
splintered near where I was, and I got a few bits of glass in my arm.
They're out now--every one. A doctor came, and looked after me. You see,
Jule!" and she nodded her head at the sling. "Now I'm going in to bed.
Good-night!"
"Wait, and let my sister help you," Brian proposed. "She's a splendid
nurse. I know she'll be delighted."
"Sweet of her!" sneered the girl. "But _I'm_ a trained nurse, too, and I
can take care of myself. It's only my left arm that's hurt, and a
scratch at that. I don't need any help from any one."
"Was that man we saw the doctor who put you in your sling?" asked
"Jule," in the blunt way brothers have of catching up their sisters.
"Yes, he was," she grudged.
"Why did he run away? Didn't he want to be thanked?"
"He did not. Besides----"
"Besides--what?"
"He particularly didn't wish to meet--one of our party.
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