old nurse of the early morning. Together they made the bed with me in it. That was new to me and an admirable proceeding.
"Who is in charge here?"
"Miss Van Campen."
"How many nurses are there?"
"Just us two."
"Won't there be more?"
"Some more are coming."
"When will they get here?"
"I don't know. You ask a great many questions for a sick boy."
"I'm not sick," I said, "I'm wounded."
They had finished making the bed and I lay with a clean smooth sheet under me and another sheet over me. Mrs. Walker went out and came back with a pajama jacket. They put that on me and I felt very clean and dressed.
"You're awfully nice to me," I said. The nurse called Miss Gage giggled. "Could I have a drink of water?" I asked.
"Certainly. Then you can have breakfast."
"I don't want breakfast. Can I have the shutters opened please?"
The light had been dim in the room and when the shutters were opened it was bright sunlight and I looked out on a balcony and beyond were the tile roofs of houses and chimneys. I looked out over the tiled roofs and saw white clouds and the sky very blue.
"Don't you know when the other nurses are coming?"
"Why? Don't we take good care of you?"
"You're very nice."
"Would you like to use the bedpan?"
