I had
selected purposely a pair of mended gloves, and I am convinced the
finger ends were at once under his inspection. He was a man who thought
no details beneath him, but would bring his masculine intellect even to
the point of discovering the fitness of his children's nurse.
"Mrs. Morton tells me that you have applied for the situation of upper
nurse," he began, not abruptly, but in the quick tones of a busy man who
has scant leisure. "I have heard all you have told her; she seems
desirous of testing your abilities, but I must warn you that I distrust
theories myself. My dear," turning to his wife, "I must say that this
young person looks hardly old enough for the position, and you own she
has no real experience. Would not a more elderly person be more
suitable, considering that you are so seldom in your nursery? Of course,
this is your department, but since you ask my advice----" with a little
shrug that seemed to dismiss me and the whole subject.
A wistful, disappointed look came over his wife's face. I was too great
a stranger to understand the real position of affairs, only my intuition
guided me at that moment.
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