He found that a million dollars and some acres of buildings, containing sun-rooms and hundreds of rigid white beds, had been donated by Spencer Flagg only to provide a background for Sister Anne--only to exhibit the depth of her charity, the kindness of her heart, the unselfishness of her nature.
"Do you really scrub the floors ?" he demanded--"I mean you yourself--down on your knees, with a pail and water and scrubbing brush ?" Sister Anne raised her beautiful eyebrows and laughed at him.
"We do that when we first come here," she said--"when we are probationers.

Is there a newer way of scrubbing floors ?" "And these awful patients," demanded Sam--"do you wait on them?
Do you have to submit to their complaints and whinings and ingratitude ?" He glared at the unhappy convalescents as though by that glance he would annihilate them.

"It's not fair!" exclaimed Sam.

"It's ridiculous.

I'd like to choke them!" "That's not exactly the object of a home for convalescents," said Sister Anne.
"You know perfectly well what I mean," said Sam.