It was embarrassing, however, to
have three other girls looking on during the operation, so whatever
anguish Mollie caused him he felt prepared to endure in silence.
In a very business-like fashion the young girl drew her roll of
surgeon's lint from an inside pocket of her bathing gown and a small
pair of scissors. Then she made her patient sit down on the ground by
the water's edge while she carefully examined his cut.
"I ought to help, Mollie," her sister suggested faintly, but Mollie
shook her head and the young man appeared grateful. "I don't mind blood
and you do, Polly," she returned, "besides if anybody is to help I would
rather have Esther. I am afraid, if you don't mind, I have got to cut
your hair away, it is already so matted with blood."
To almost any suggestion the patient would have agreed, since he had but
one desire now, and that to get away from the strange girls about whom
he had been so curious an hour before.
Mollie cheerfully snipped away several locks of his hair covering a
space about as large as a dollar. The cut she discovered was deeper
than she had expected and, as it was still bleeding profusely, she next
called Esther for advice. Very carefully then the two girls washed out
the cut with clean water and then Mollie, finding a flat stone, made a
pad by wrapping it a number of times with gauze.
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