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Show 166 eyes, an analytical mind, and exquisite features of Greta Garbo beauty. Her hair was red as copper, and coiled regally about her head. She was an LDS Hospital graduate, so wore the simple, straight cap peculiar to them. You could tell the hospital from which a nurse graduated by her cap, and if you didn't know the hospital you could tell by her pin. I wrote home and told Mama I had arrived, and how to address my mail, but it was a week before I had a reply, a week of the most excruciating homesickness imaginable. I would have been glad to see Pete Lott's dog. Everything at home became suddenly extremely dear to me. I missed Rachel most of all because she had been my constant companion, even at night. Now we all slept on single cots and I had never slept alone. When Mama's letter came I grabbed it and ran for my room, fell onto my bed and sobbed my heart out. I could hardly read it for tears. My fellow nurses peered in at me curiously. "What's the matter?" said one. "Leave her alone. She's homesick. Just got a letter from her mother. " They tiptoed away and left me. Most of them knew how I felt. From the first day we were put on rigid routine. At five-thirty A. M. we were rocketed from our beds by a jangling bell which seemed to rip the world apart. We had to be dressed in fresh clothes after bathing and down in the parlor by six-fifty, where we had a short devotional, a prayer and a hymn. We ate with the regular nurses in the dining room of the nurses' home, cafeteria style, bussed our own dishes, from seven to seven-thirty, and went to class for two hours. |