''Made a mess,'' she said loudly. She had a voice like a man''s. ''Bad girl.''╩╩
''Bad girl?'' said Nurse Bacon, turning round. ''I know who''s one of them, all right. Into your bed. Quick! quick! all of you. God bless me, what a life!''
She could grumble like an engine. All the nurses there could. We had to be quiet, however. We had to lie still. If we didn''t, they came and pinched or smacked us.—''You, Maud,'' said Nurse Bacon, that first night, when I turned and trembled. ''Stop moving!''
She sat up, reading, and the light of her lamp shone in my eyes. Even when, after hours and hours, she put down her magazine and took off her apron and gown and got into her bed, she left a light still burning, so she could see us if we stirred in the night; and then she went straight to sleep and started snoring. Her snores were like the sound of a file on iron; and made me more homesick than ever.
She took her chain of keys to bed with her, and slept with it about her neck.
I lay with Maud''s white glove in my fist, and now and then put the tip of one of its fingers to my mouth, imagining Maud''s soft hand inside it; and I bit and bit.
But I slept, at last; and when next morning t