Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-07-13
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not find the energy to put 1t In words.
/ think that shall go and lie down
and finish this when l feel better.
So. just for little while. won't
you excuse your POLLY.
A telegram sent ave days later to Polly's
dad:
ELU broken comma crisis past period
not necessary for you to come
period Polly sends love NAN.
P.s. to letter above.
DADDY. dearest, These wonderful
roses! think that they. moro
than anything else. have brought me
back to you. because I remember that.
after opening my eyes from the
longest night I ever spent. I~got q
Whit of their perfume. Then drift
ed back to you and the rose garden,
and slept just the way used to do
in your arms. I am surprisingly
weak and wobbly now. but am well.
This letter 10 the first thing that
have done except be delirious and
take Quinine and ache. l am doing 1t
on the installment plan, q paragraph
down and paragraph an hour.
Did you get the kilograms. all Of
them. that Nan sent you?
Nan. poor child. has had her hands
full nursing Allie and not letting me
die. Allie has the influenza. too. I
got 1t first and was sent to the hos
pital. and when Allie got 1t, three
days later. there was no place for
her, so she Is staying In the room
and Nan Is taking time Oft from her
work and nursing her, also visiting
me between doses. am afraid. every
minute, that 1 shall hear that Nan
has 1t. But she Is wearing masks
all the time. even on the cars, and
she says that she takes half of Allies
medicine in hopes Of curing it before
she takes It,
Dad, 1t was pretty awful. went
to bed that night before the girls
left for Quantico, and l did not even
get up for dinner I rolled and tossed
all night until they came home about
o'clock. Nan said then that l must
Rave a degree or two Of fever, but
none of us thought OF the influenza
much. I ached the very way l do
when have the grippe, 80 l supposed
that 1t was that. I stayed in bed
the next lay, and when Nan and
Allie came home, they decided to call
doctor But doctors were so busy
that they could not get to people
the minute they were sent for, and
1t seemed that so many girls were
getting 1t. No one appeared, there
fore, until the next morning about s
o'clock. Nan gave me hot lemonades
and some cold tablets. / slept on the
cot that night to be by myself and
not spread the germs. When the doc
tor did come had tiny little pain
in my back shoulder blade. He took
my temperature and said: We'll.
you're pretty sick girl. Think you
are In for a Siege Of the flu"
When he said that Allie screamed,
and that Is the last thing I remem-
bered until I woke UP In the hospital.
Nan said that he asked her II could
afford to go to a hospital. The very
idea of my being sick enough to need
SuCl CdIo AEi6uIeHeO HeT so lHAI Sn0
insisted that re take me Immediately,
and she kept assuring him that the
cost Of it made no difference what
ever.
Dad. a boarding house is the last
place on the face of the map in which
to be sick. I did not mind its many
inconvenience while was we'll, and
/ did not complain. because the city ia
so crowded. But in the morning,
which seems to be about the only
time sick person can get sleep, the
halls outsi lie are full of noise. Dur
ing the day 1T dies down. but when
the girls return from work 1t Is
worse than in the morning. The
woman who owned the house was
deathly afraid of the influenza So
were the maids who cleaned the
rooms and most Of the boarders. 1
do not blame them, Daddy. 1t is no
more than natural. But, next to q
war, plague such as this, when 1t
sweeps city, is the supreme test of
bravery and unselflshness. l feel that
Nan deserves croix de guerre almost
as much as the boys who risked their
lives to save their comrades over
there.
Daddy, dear, you can thank that
sunny state Of ours that your lttle
girl is living today. After the doctor