The Street of the City by Grace Livingston Hill

Author:Grace Livingston Hill [Hill, Grace Livingston]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-63058-206-7
Publisher: Barbour Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2014-03-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Sometime during the pale hours when the dawn was beginning to steal into the sky and rosy lights touched the river of ice, Nurse Branner woke up and decided what to do. There ought to be a telephone in that house, and she decided that she would see that there was one. She would tell Frannie that it was necessary for her business that she be within call at any time of the day or night. That she had several “cases” in the future, and one woman in particular had asked her to let her know just where she was so that she could call her up in a sudden emergency. Frannie might think it strange, perhaps, but Frannie didn’t know much about nurses’ emergencies, of course, and she felt she could make her story quite plausible. And it was true that several old patients were in the habit of calling her occasionally, and her own sister always complained when she allowed herself to be more than a day in a house without a telephone.

Besides, Frannie had been saying that she meant to have a telephone, so she would just tell Frannie that she was providing her with the initial cost, and if she didn’t want to retain it when the nurse left, she could always tell them to take it out. So that was settled. She would have it put in first thing Monday morning.

Next, somebody who could do some responsible investigating ought to know about that man who had come to the back door so late, and the two shadows that had moved in the dark across the ice. This problem would not be quite so easily handled as the other. Besides, this was going to be Sunday morning pretty soon, and Sunday was a different day from the rest. People didn’t go around and put in telephones on Sunday even in emergencies, unless some very great person ordered it. And there was no one whom she could call upon to do any investigating or protecting who would actually have the right to do it, but the police, and did she have a right to go to the police? This wasn’t her house, and the householders didn’t even know she was worried.

So she lay there and thrashed her brains until she finally remembered the big, burly policeman whose baby she had nursed a couple of years ago and who had told her that if there was ever anything he could do for her to please let him know. She would go to officer Rowley and tell him all about it. She would go that very morning. Frannie would be at home, at least unless she wanted to go to church around eleven. Yes she would tell him all about it. She knew she could trust him to see if any special vigilance was needed.

So after she had taken the breakfast tray up to her patient she came down and said to Frannie, “My dear, I wonder if

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