ndages were being strapped on the colonel's chest to keep
the dressing in place, one of the doctors, Fred Stratton, a young
giant, didn't put one fold as Miss White thought it ought to be. She
ordered it put right, and the colonel began to laugh, which isn't to be
wondered at when one remembers that Miss White is a tiny, wee bit of
fluffy humanity who doesn't look a bit like what one would expect, the
superintendent of a big hospital and looked a pigmy beside the big
doctor.

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"That's nothing," said Dr. R. G. Sayle, "she's been bossing us doctors
for the past twenty years!"

"Oh, please--not quite that long----" began Miss White.

"Well, we'll knock off two and make it eighteen," the colonel
interposed.

When the wound was dressed doctors and nurses tried to persuade the
patient to remain over night, but without success.

"I know if Mrs. Roosevelt were here she would insist upon your
staying," Miss White said.

"Young woman, if Mrs. Roosevelt were here I am certain she would insist
upon my leaving immediately," her husband made reply, and gazed at the
four pretty nurses surrounding him.

When the patient was brought up the elevator and led into the
"preparation" room, the first thing to do was to prepare him for care
of his wound. Miss White took his eye glasses. The Colonel objected and
said he did not want those out of his sight. But when Miss White
assured him she would give the glasses her personal attention he seemed
content with the arrangement.

One of the physicians asked for a chair for Col. Roosevelt. Miss White
said the operating table was ready, and the colonel immediately
acquiesced and laid down on the carefully scrubbed pine slab on an iron
frame, which has carried the weight of tramps, laborers and other
unfortunates picked up in the street, but never before that of an
ex-President of the United States.

Miss White was a little diffident about exposing the fact that the
president had said a swear word, but she finally admitted that he
remarked:

"I don't care a d----n about finding the bullet but I do hope they'll
fix it up so I need not continue to suffer."

The doctors washed the wound area, painted it with iodine, itself a
somewhat painful operation, and proceeded to the dressing.

One of the doctors told Col. Roosevelt that Miss White was a
suffragist, and that after his kind treatment he ought to be converted.
Miss Whi