Just as the nurse was growing apoplectic in her effort to clear out Concordia’s visitors, David Bradley walked in. Everyone crowded around Concordia’s bed as the nurse’s voice became more strident.
“Out, everyone! This is not a concert hall, if you please!” The nurse pointed to Concordia’s mother. “You may stay, but everyone else needs to go.” She turned to David Bradley. “You, too, young man.”
“But I just got here,” David pointed out.
“Besides,” Mrs. Wells cut through the hubbub, addressing the nurse, “he’s Miss Wells’ fiancé.”
All conversations stopped.
The students gaped at Concordia, who resisted the urge to pull the covers over her head.
Miss Jenkins stepped in. “All right, young ladies, you heard the nurse. It’s time to go.” She hustled them out the door before anyone had a
