She knew he would be glad.
"Above all," she said to herself, "there shall be no room for unhealthy
thought. I must cultivate my garden."
That was what she was thinking of at four in the afternoon: how she
could best cultivate her garden.
At five she was lying unconscious in the accident-ward of the New
Hospital: she had been knocked down by a waggon, and terribly injured.
She will not recover, the Doctor said to the nurse. "You see she is
sinking rapidly. Poor little thing!"
At six she regained consciousness, and opened her eyes. The nurse bent
over her. Then she whispered:
"Tell the Disagreeable Man how I wish I could have seen him to-morrow.
We had so much to say to each other. And now . . ."
The brown eyes looked at the nurse so entreatingly. It was a long time
before she could forget the pathos of those brown eyes.
A few minutes later, she made another sign as though she wished to
speak. Nurse Katharine bent nearer. Then she whispered:
"Tell the Disagreeable Man to go back to the mountains, and begin to
build his bridge: it must be strong and . . ."
Bernardine died.
CHAPTER V.
THE BUILDING OF THE BRIDGE.
ROBERT ALLITSEN came to the old book-shop to see Zerviah Holme before
returning to the mountains.
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