Whenever Saint Margaret’s Senior Surgeon finds a hip or a heart or a back that he can do nothing for, he sends it to the Home; and he always writes the same thing:
“Here is another case in a thousand for you, Margaret MacLean. How many are there now?”
He has married the Youngest and Prettiest Trustee, as the Disagreeable Trustee prophesied, and gossip says that they are very happy. This much I know—there are two more words which he now writes with capitals—Son and Sympathy.
Margaret MacLean often says with the Danish faery-man: “My life, too, is a faery-tale written by God’s finger.” And the House Surgeon always chuckles at this, and adds:
“Praise Heaven! He wrote me into it.”
As for the widow of the Richest Trustee, she has found a greater measure of contentment than she thought the world could hold—with love to brim it; for Margaret MacLean has adopted her along with the children. The children still regard her, however, as a very mysterious person; and she has taken the place of Susan’s mythical aunt in the ward conversation. It has never been argued out to the complete satisfaction of every one whether she is really the faery queen or just the “Wee Gray Woman,” as Sandy calls her. The arguments wax hot at times, and it is Bridget who generally has to put in the final silencing word:
“Faith, she kept her promise, didn’t she? and everything come thrue, hasn’t it? Well, what more do ye want?”
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