Thomas's
Hospital and made inquiries with regard to a little, freckled girl, with
an honest face and sturdy figure, the hall porter went to communicate
with one of the nurses, and the nurse he communicated with turned out to
be the night nurse in the very ward where Sue was lying--so suffering,
so ill and sorely tried.
Now, the nurse, instead of sending word that this was not the hour for
visiting patients, took the trouble to go downstairs herself and to
interview Connie and her father. Connie gave a faithful description of
Sue, and then the nurse admitted that there was a little girl in the
hospital who was now in the children's surgical ward. She had been
brought in a day or two ago, having a broken leg, owing to a street
accident. She was a very patient, good child, but there was something
strange about her--nothing would induce her to tell her name.
"Then what do you call her?" asked Harris.
He was still full of inward tremors, for at that moment he was thinking
that of all the sweet sights on earth, that sight would be little Sue's
plain face.
"Have yer no name for the pore child?" he repeated.
"Yes," said the nurse. "She calls herself Cinderella."
"It's Sue! It's Sue herself father! God has led us to her--and it's Sue
her very own self!"
Poor Connie, who had borne up during so many adventures, who had faced
the worst steadfastly and without fear, broke down utterly now.
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