The nurse looked at him curiously, a strange light in her eyes.  Then she turned suddenly and looked out of the little window to the vista of gray roofs.

“No!  I don’t think you’re nuts!” she said, brusquely.  “I think you’re the only sensible man I’ve met in a long time.  It stands to reason if there is a Christ He’d come to people that way sometimes.  I never had any vision, or anything that I know of, but I’ve always known in my heart there was a Christ and He was helping me!  I couldn’t answer their arguments, those smart-Aleck young doctors and the nurses that talked so much, but I always felt nobody could upset my belief, even if the whole world turned against Him, for I knew there was a Christ!  I don’t know how I know it, but I know it and that’s enough for me!  I don’t boast of being much of a Christian myself, but if I didn’t know there was a Christ I couldn’t stand the life I have to live, nor the disappointments that I’ve had.”

There were tears rolling down her cheeks, but her eyes were shining when she turned around.

“Say, I guess we’re sort of relations, aren’t we?” laughed Courtland, holding out his hand.  “You’ve described my feelings exactly.”

She took the offered hand and gripped it warmly.  “I knew you must be different, somehow, when you went out to hunt for my patient so late at night that way,” she said.

Courtland went out presently, bringing back a second-hand man with whom he made a quiet bargain that not even the nurse could hear, and the surplus furniture was carted away.  It was not long before the little room was dismantled and empty.

They went together to a department store and purchased a charming little bag with a lot of traveling accessories in plain compact form, light enough for an invalid to carry.  Courtland begged to be let in on the gift, but the nurse was firm: 

“This is my picnic, young man,” she said.  “You’re doing enough!  You can’t deny it!  For pity’s sake, wait till you know her better before you try to do any more!”

“Do you think I’ll ever know her any better?” laughed Courtland.

“If you have any sense you will!” snapped back the nurse, and waved a grim but pleasant good-by as she took the trolley back to the hospital.

Wednesday night Courtland was on hand with his car in plenty of time to take Bonnie and the nurse down to the station.  He was almost startled at the beauty of the girl as she came slowly down the steps.  There were certain little details of her costume that showed the hand of the nurse:  a soft white collar; a floating, sheltering veil, gathered up now about the black sailor-hat; well-fitting gloves; shoes polished like new.  All these things made a difference and set off the girl’s lovely face in its white resignation to an almost unearthly beauty.  He found himself wanting to turn back often and look again as he drove his car through the crowded evening