mind as a consciousness of
power to disturb the equilibrium of one of the imperious sex.

"And you must not do it!" continued the little nurse. "She has far too
much to bear now."

"And haven't I been just telling you that?" said Cameron savagely. "She
never gets off. Night and day she is on the job. I tell you, I won't--it
should not be allowed." Cameron was conscious of a fine glow of
fraternal interest in this young girl. "For instance, a day like this!
Look at these white mountains, and that glorious sky, and this wonderful
air, and not a breath of wind! What a day for a walk! It would do
her--it would do you all a world of good."

"Wait!" cried the little nurse, who had been on duty all night. "I'll
tell her what you say."

Apparently it took some telling, for it was a full precious quarter of
an hour before they appeared again.

"There, now, you see the effect of your authority. She would not budge
for me, but--well--there she is! Look at her!"

There was no need for this injunction. Cameron's eyes were already
fastened upon her. And she was worth any man's while to look at in her
tramping costume of toque and blanket coat. Tall, she looked, beside
the little nurse, lithe and strong, her close-fitting Hudson Bay blanket
coat revealing the swelling lines of her budding womanhood. The dainty
white toque perched upon the masses of gold-brown hair accentuated the
girlish freshness of her face. At the nurse's words she turned her eyes
upon Cameron and upon her face, pale with long night watches, a faint
red appeared. But her eyes were quiet and steady and kind; too quiet and
too kind for Cameron, who was looking for other signals. There was no
sign of disturbance in that face.

"Come on!" he said impatiently. "We have only one hour."

"Oh, what a glorious day!" cried Nurse Haley, drawing a deep breath and
striding out like a man to keep pace with Cameron. "And how good of you
to spare me the time!"

"I have been trying to get you alone for the last two weeks," said
Cameron.

"Two weeks?"

"Yes, for a month! I wanted to talk to you."

"To talk with me? About what?"

"About--well--about everything--about yourself."

"Me?"

"Yes. I don't understand you. You have changed so tremendously."

"Oh," exclaimed the girl, "I am so glad you have noticed that! Have I
changed much?"

"Much? I should say so! I find myself wondering if you are the Mandy I
used to know at all."

"Oh," she exclaimed, "I am so gl