Aunt Agnes is pretty white, too, attested the Senior Surgeon.At six o'clock just as he was leaving the great building with all its harrowing sights, sounds, and smells, a peremptory telephone call from one of the younger surgeons of the city summoned fringes report wages him back into the stuffy office again.The pink in the White Linen Nurse's profiled cheek deepened a little.Up to the roots of the Senior Surgeon's hair a flush of real fringes report wages contrition spread hotly.A little bit wanly this time she smiled her pluck up into the Senior Surgeon's questioning face.Glancing up suddenly from a particularly sharp and disagreeable speech, he noted fringes report wages the White Linen Nurse's red lips mumbling softly one to the other.Faber! she whispered.With a prodigious sigh the Senior Surgeon threw his head back against the piazza railing and stretched his legs a little further fringes report wages out along the piazza floor.Quickly! I want to talk with you! A moment later he joined her there, and shut and locked the door behind him.As radiant as fringes report wages a gray haired god he towered up in the doorway.But I wouldn't move now, he snarled, if all the blankety blank blank foods in Christendom were piled blankety blank blank high on all the blankety blank blank tables in this whole blankety blank blank house! Ecstatically the White Linen Nurse clapped her hands.A little tremulously in her hand the empty cup she was carrying rattled against fringes report wages its saucer.Feed me? he began all over again.Quite roughly again without smile or appreciation the Senior Surgeon took her by the shoulders and turned her out of the kitchen, and fringes report wages started her up the stairs.Who was the man that tried to turn it loose this time? asked the White Linen Nurse.