Night Nurse Page #5

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- Say, there's something screwy about this.

- What do you mean?

Since those kids got back from the hospital,

they've been living on nothing but milk.

That's no cure for anemia,

or malnutrition either.

- I'll say it isn't.

- They were all right at the hospital.

- Dr. Bell said they were getting along great.

- Aren't they improving?

No, they're getting worse.

And I'm beginning to wonder why.

But why should anyone...?

Oh, you're crazy.

Maybe. I don't know a thing.

I just work here.

Any more instructions,

Miss Maloney?

No, Miss Hart. Oh, yes,

there's a chart pinned up...

...in the kitchenette

beyond the children's room.

- Kitchenette?

- Yeah.

Kitchen, bathroom,

sitting room with every bedroom.

This dump's a palace.

But not for those kids.

And, say, keep your eye open for old eczema.

- Who?

- Mrs. Maxwell. She's the housekeeper.

Wait till you see her.

Well, so long, honey. I got a date.

- With whom?

- Oh, you don't know him.

A gorgeous new boyfriend.

- Intern?

- I should say not.

I'm not all crazy.

Children, what are you doing?

Miss Hart. Miss Hart.

Stop it. Lie down, both of you.

Nanny, you silly little girl.

You shouldn't try things like that.

- You're not strong enough.

- I tried all I could, Desney.

Of course you did, Nanny.

Poor little baby.

I didn't mean any harm.

I know you didn't, Desney.

But now you must both be quiet.

We will, won't we, Nanny?

- Yes. We will.

- That's good.

- We like you. Don't we, Nanny?

- Mm-hm.

What's your other name?

You didn't tell us at the hospital.

It's Lora. Lora Hart.

Lora? We had a sister named Lora.

But she's dead.

Oh, poor little baby.

You mustn't talk about her anymore.

She was runned over.

She was all cut.

Cut in lots of places,

wasn't she, Nanny?

All over, here and here and here.

Oh, you ought to seen her.

You mustn't think about her.

You must go to sleep, both of you.

We didn't see her,

but they told us.

Nick told us, and he showed us too.

- Who's Nick?

- He lives here.

- That's not your father, is it?

- No.

Daddy's up in heaven too.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Now, come on, both of you.

Into bed.

Nick's not like Daddy. Daddy was a nice man.

Isn't Nick a nice man?

No. He's a horrid man.

Isn't he, Nanny?

Oh, Nanny, darling,

don't cry, honey.

Such a nice home, lovely things...

...and you're going

to get well real soon.

It isn't a lovely home.

We didn't wanna come home. Did we, Nanny?

No.

Nick scares us.

Doesn't he, Nanny?

He says the most awful things.

- You should tell your mother.

- We can't.

She won't come and see us anymore.

Why aren't you two asleep?

- They shouldn't be kept awake like this.

- I've been trying to make them go to sleep.

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