A Match for Sister Maggy by Betty Neels Read Free Book Online Page B

could muster.
    He smiled at her. ‘No, you didn’t, did you, Sister MacFergus? I should have warned you not to try the same trick twice.’
    She opened her mouth to speak, but only succeeded in making a small choking sound.
    â€˜That’s right,’ he said kindly. ‘I wouldn’t say anythingyou may regret later. And if you want to know how I found out, I have no intention of telling you.’ He looked down at his well brushed shoes. ‘Aren’t you going to say you’re sorry? I’m in great pain…’
    Maggy laughed, ‘Oh, Dr Doelsma, what’s to be done with you?’
    â€˜I’m open to suggestions,’ he murmured.
    Maggy frowned. ‘Yes, well,’ she said briskly, ‘I’ll away to give the report.’ She smiled at Mevrouw Doelsma and swept past him without a glance.
    He went over to the bed then, kissed his mother, and tumbled a pile of books on to the bed-table. ‘I’ve been to see Uncle Charles,’ he said. ‘He’s very satisfied, Mother. If we can get Maggy to accompany you home, I should think you could go in a fortnight. You’ll have to lead a quiet life for several weeks, you know.’
    He drew up a chair, and they became immersed in plans.
    There was a subdued hum of voices coming from behind the shut door of the office. Maggy opened the door and stood looking around her, too surprised to speak. The night nurses as well as Sibley and Sims were there, feverishly arranging a vast number of red roses into vases. Sibley looked up when the door opened, and said. ‘Sister, Dr Doelsma asked us to put them in water—he brought them for you.’
    Maggy closed her mouth, which had dropped open. ‘But there are dozens. They can’t all be for me, there must be some mistake.’
    â€˜No, Sister. He said, “These are all for Sister MacFergus.” There’s six dozen of them,’ she added in an awed voice.
    â€˜How nice.’ Maggy’s voice sounded faint in her own ears. ‘Thank you for arranging them.’ She sent the daynurses off duty, and sitting in a bower of roses, gave the report. After she had done a round with the night nurse she went back to the office. The little room smelled delicious, she crossed the landing to Sep and went in. The doctor unfolded himself from his chair.
    â€˜I hear that my mother’s progress is excellent, Sister.’ He looked and sounded exactly like any other consultant—friendly, cool and remote.
    She answered suitably, sedately, wished her patient a good night and went back to the door, feeling awkward. He opened it for her, and stood back politely, waiting for her to pass through. She stopped in the doorway, and raised her eyes to his, she sounded breathless.
    â€˜The roses are beautiful, thank you, Doctor. But I think the nurses mistook your message to me. They’ll be for all of us and the ward too?’
    â€˜Your nurses made no mistake, Sister. The roses are for you.’
    â€˜But there are six dozen of them, Doctor; ye canna mean to give me seventy-two roses?’ She looked at him, bewildered.
    â€˜Indeed I do mean it, Sister MacFergus.’
    â€˜I’ve never had such a lovely bouquet in my life before,’ she said naïvely. ‘I love red roses.’
    â€˜I’m glad. There’s some charming poetry written about red roses,’ he observed.
    She was very conscious of him watching her while she thought. It didn’t take her long to remember. She went pink and said,
    â€˜Aye, I expect so; I don’t read poetry much—no time, that is.’ She was becoming incoherent.
    â€˜Oh, come,’ he said easily, ‘everyone learns poetry at school. What about, “My love is like a red red rose”?’
    â€˜Well, yes, I’d—’ She had been going to say that she hadforgotten it; but she hadn’t. ‘There must be any number…such a lovely colour…and long