By the way," with a sharp turn, "with what do you propose to open it ?" "I don't know yet, but not with boarders, Dr.George." "Tut, tut, child; must n't despise small things!" "Such as Mr.Greenwood," said Polly irrepressibly, "weight two hundred and ninety pounds; and Mrs.Darling, height six feet one inch; no, I 'll try not to despise small things, thank you!" "Well, if there 's a vocation, it will 'call,' you know, Polly.

I 'd rather like you for an assistant, to drive my horse and amuse my convalescents.

Bless my soul! you 'd make a superb nurse, except"-- "Except what, sir ?" "You 're not in equilibrium yet, my child; you are either up or down, generally up.

You bounce, so to speak.

Now, a nurse must n't bounce; she must be poised, as it were, or suspended, betwixt and between, like Mahomet's coffin.