You yourselfcan witness the mother superiors
signature.
The goatlowered her horns, and the boy flapped his
cloak. You can take your turn now at beinga nurse again.
Somecolour crept into his cheeks as he slept. The
oldsilk cloak rustled eerily when he moved, and smelt mouldy. But a not too
extensive wardrobe as I gather, interpolated thegentleman smiling quizzically. They
suddenly threatened toforce conviction upon him.
Anenormous clattering of pots and pans later
ensued.
In doing so he became aware that someone was
standing inthe doorway.
He winced as the ward rasped, butsteeled himself.
Howlovely and how innocent that daughter had been!
He strode into his own room and dashed a shower of
sparks into thetinder box.
The doctors examination disclosed no broken
bones.
Only the cook, who had nointerest in that art any
longer, remained in the courtyard.
Instantly from the pillow the face of hisdaughter
looked up at him. They stood up over her forehead like two small horns. But if you
hadbeen here I should not have had to put him in this room.
The process repeated itself and grew
irritating.
Bonnyfeather leaned forward to dip his pen,
butnever touched it. FatherXavier was in reality congratulating himself on a good
piece ofwork. In the mind of the man watching, thetwo faces were already confused or
combined. I gave it to her years ago, here, in this room, long before sheleft! He
placed the bag on the dresser and sat down close by the bedside.
Hershoulders if one looked carefully were too
wide.
Itsargint, he called as he passed through the door
with Anthony.
The language was Protestant and fromnorth of the
Tweed. Hemuttered about it to himself; talked as though in his sleep.