But almost at the same instant the door was flung open, and a nurse entered in breathless haste.
"O, Doctor," he gasped, "I've been looking for you everywhere.

That Lieutenant in the First Ward thinks he's a-dyin'.

He's groanin' an' cryin', and a-takin' on at a terrible rate, an' nobody can't do nothin' with him.

The Steward wants you to come there right off." "It's only the castor oil," muttered the Doctor savagely, as he rose to follow the nurse.
This was the letter that the Orderly handed Rachel some days later: Dear Ratie: Your letter came at last, for which I was SO thankful, because I had waited SO long for it that I was SO tired and SO anxious that I was almost at my wits' end.

I am SO glad that you are well, that you have got your room at last fixed up real nice and comfortable, as a young lady should have, and that you find your duties more agreeable.
It is SO nice in that Dr.Denslow to help you along as he does.