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Suffering had refined the boy's features His dark, heavily fringed eyes

looked at her from a pale face But he smiled up at her cheerfully

"I was in a private room; but it cost thirty plunks a week, so I moved

Why pay rent?"

Sidney had not seen hied against it She was not strong, and she had already suffered

much And now the work of the ward pressed hard She had only a moment

She stood beside him and stroked his hand

"I'm sorry, Johnny"

He pretended to think that her sympathy was for his fall from the estate of

a private patient to the free ward

"Oh, I' six dollars

a week for me The difference between et a napkin on my tray and they don't"

Before his determined cheerfulness Sidney choked

"Six dollars a week for a napkin is going soiveit I'm no bloated

aristocrat; I don't have to have a napkin"

"Have they told you what the trouble is?"

"Back's broke But don't let that worry you Dr Max Wilson is going to