"
Polly submitted to Sylvia's attentions none too graciously, but a moment
later turned toward the: younger girl. "You are a trump, Sylvia," she
murmured. "I am sure I don't know what I should have done without you
these past two weeks while I will have been ill. It is funny how you
should happen to know just what to do for people who are sick when you
are so young!"
Sylvia sat stolidly down next the speaker. "I am going to be a trained
nurse when I am old enough, that's why," she answered calmly, apparently
not even observing the surprise of her companions. "You see if I
thought I had sense enough I would try to be a doctor, but as I haven't
I shall just take care of sick people. I have already learned a good
many things this summer."
Polly whistled and several of the girls laughed. "I don't doubt it for
a moment, Sylvia Wharton!" Polly exclaimed, "for heaven alone can tell
what you do know! But it is absurd to talk about your being a nurse,
when you will be the richest one of us, child, perhaps even richer than
'The Princess'."
There was no reply from Sylvia, only her lips shut tight and her chin
looked oddly square and determined for a young girl. But then Sylvia
looked like her father, who, one must remember, was a self-made man.
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