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  Sister Peter's in Amsterdam

  Betty Neels

  Sister Peters was chosen to work in an Amsterdam hospital. There she found that emotional problems could be just as complicated in Holland as they could be at home.

  CHAPTER ONE

  IT was one o'clock, the corridor leading from the main hospital to the Children's Unit was very quiet. As Matron accompanied the professor to the ward, her thoughts were busy. She knew that the morning clinics were over; Sister Peters would be back from lunch and the children should be quiet enough for him to have a talk with her, before making his decision.

  When the exchange plan had first been suggested by the Grotehof Hospital in Amsterdam, her own hospital committee had had no hesitation in recommending Sister Peters, who was in charge of Children's Casualty and Out-Patients as well as the ward. However, she had hardly expected matters to have gone forward as rapidly as they had. The professor had arrived within a few hours of his conversation with her, and she had had no time to speak to Sister Peters. She hoped that everything would go smoothly. As they reached the glass doors of the ward, she looked at the tall man beside her; he seemed very pleasant; rather quiet perhaps, but he had a charming voice and spoke excellent English. He did not open the doors but stood watching the girl sitting on a low chair with her back to them. She wore a shapeless white gown over her uniform, but the frilled cap-a dainty affair of spotted muslin-perched on top of a coil of vivid red hair, showed her rank. She had just put down a feeding bottle on the table before her, as she hoisted a fat baby on to her shoulder. She patted his back while he glared at them through the door. Presently he gave a loud burp and was rewarded by a light kiss on the top of his head as he was neatly tucked under her armm while she stooped to lift a fallen toddler to its feet again. As she stood up, two small children ran over to her and caught hold of her apron and toddled beside her as she went over to the cots. The doors squeaked as the professor opened them, but she didn't look around.

  'I'm all behind, Nurse.' She spoke in a clear, unworried voice. `Johnny's been sick again. I popped him into a bath and put him back to bed. He'd better be seen as soon as I can get someone.' She tucked the baby expertly into his cot, picked up one of the toddlers and looked over her shoulder. She was surprised to see Matron, but remained unruffled. Still holding the child, she went across the ward to her. She was a pretty girl, with large brown eyes, extravagantly fringed with black lashes, a small straight nose and a wide mouth, nicely turned up at the corners. She was smiling as she spoke to Matron.

  `Good afternoon, Matron. I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in.' Matron returned her smile.

  `Good afternoon, Sister. Have you no nurses on duty?"

  'The clinics were late this morning, Matron. Nurses are all at second dinner; they'll be back any minute now.'

  She glanced at the man standing so quietly at Matron's side. She supposed he was a visiting doctor looking around the hospital, and wondered why he chose to come at such an awkward time. Matron's next words cut across her thoughts.

  `Sister, this is Professor van Essen, senior consultant pediatrician at the Grotehof Hospital in Amsterdam.' She paused. `He is just taking a look round.' She tuned to him. `Professor, this is Sister Peters.'

  The girl put out her hand. `How do you do, sir?' She smiled at him in a friendly way, and thought how handsome he was in a dark, beaky-nosed fashion.

  The professor shook hands and returned her smile, saying only, `How do you do' in a rather formal way. He caught Matron's eye.

  `May I go round with Sister, Matron? That is, if she can spare the time.'

  He waited patiently while Sister Peters took off her gown, handed the toddlers over to a nurse who had just come in, and put on her cuffs. Having adjusted these to a nicety, she indicated her readiness to conduct him around the ward. His tour was a thorough one, his questions searching and numerous. Sister Peters began to think that he would never go, and blushed guiltily when he said at length:

  `Forgive me for taking up so much of your time, Sister. I do have an excellent reason for doing so, and that must be my excuse.' He hesitated, and she thought he was going to say more; instead he smiled at her so charmingly that she felt a distinct stab of regret when he left the ward.

  She wondered about him once or twice during the rest of the day and so far forgot herself as to day-dream about him-something quite alien to her nature, for she was a sensible young woman who accepted her life cheerfully and made the most of it. Only persistent cries of `Adelaide, it's your turn to make the tea' from the other occupants of the Sisters' sitting room brought her back to reality, and as she jumped to her feet to put the kettle on, she told herself not to waste her time on such senseless mooning. This sensible attitude of mind, however, did not last very long, and her last thoughts before she slept that night were of the professor from Holland.

  Coenraad van Essen, walking back with Matron to her office, assured her that he considered Sister Peters would be most suitable for the post in his hospital. Matron nodded her agreement.

  `Sister is a first-class nurse,' she said. `She's young, I know, barely twenty-five, but she has had several years' experience and is especially good with children in Out-Patients and Casualty, and I understand that she will be working for you in those departments at your clinic.'

  `Will she object to living in Holland for a year? Has she family ties or-er-is she engaged to be married?'

  Matron reassured him. `Sister is the daughter of a country parson, she has twin brothers younger than herself-still at school, I believe. They are a devoted family, but I see no reason why she should not go to Holland, for to the best of my knowledge she is not engaged. She's a very popular girl, but shy, and makes no effort to attract attention."

  'There could hardly be any need to do so,' murmured the professor, `with that hair.'

  Matron looked rather taken aback. `It is rather striking,' she conceded, `but I can assure you that whatever the colour of her hair, Sister Peters is ideally suited for the post.'

  They parted on the friendliest of terms, arranging to meet in Matron's office in the morning, as the professor had expressed a wish to be present when Sister Peters was offered the job. It was almost nine o'clock the next morning when the phone rang, and Adelaide, who had been half expecting a summons, answered it. It was Matron. `Sister Peters, would you come to my office at once, please?' She answered with a meek `Yes, Matron,' and thought uneasily of the noisy toddlers and untidy ward yesterday afternoon, which Matron would not have failed to observe. Perhaps the professor had remarked on it, although he had appeared oblivious of the chaos and noise around him. `And so he

  should,' thought Adelaide. `If he runs a children's clinic he must know that they shout and yell and vomit and wet their nappies, irrespective of Matron or doctors' rounds.' She smoothed her apron, put on her cuffs and patted the cap on her astonishing hair, told the staff nurse where she was going, and set off for the office.

  When she knocked and went in, the professor rose from the arm of the chair where he had been sitting, and she returned his greeting with a rather startled good morning as she went across the room to Matron's desk. She eyed that lady warily. She appeared to be in a good humour, but with Matron that didn't always signify; she could deliver a telling setdown in the friendliest possible way. Adelaide stole a look at the professor, lounging against the mantelpiece, with his hands in his pockets. He was looking at her and smiling almost as though he read her thoughts. She bit her lip and went a little pink as she dutifully gave Matron her full attention.

  `You have doubtless heard of the exchange scheme between this hospital and the Grotehof Hospital in Amsterdam, Sister.' Matron looked at Adelaide, but gave her no time to reply. `As you kn
ow, an arrangement has been made for our two hospitals to exchange a member of our staff for a period of one year. The hospital committee has decided to nominate you, and I must say that much as we shall miss you, I must endorse their choice. Professor Van Essen feels that you will be most satisfactory for the post of Out-Patients and Casualty sister in his clinic-it only remains for you to decide if you will accept the offer.'

  Matron rounded off this speech with an encouraging smile and nod. Adelaide, who had been listening with growing surprise and excitement, was still trying to find her voice when the professor spoke.

  `Before you say anything, Sister Peters, I should like you to know that I and my staff will be very happy to welcome you at the clinic, and will do our best to make you happy

  as well as keep you busy while you are with us,' he smiled down at her. `Please say that you will come.'

  Adelaide looked up at him. She liked his quiet, unhurried voice, she liked his face. He was very good-looking, she decided, but good looks didn't count with her. His nose was certainly very beaky; she wondered why he wore glasses. His eyes were twinkling now, and she saw his lips twitch, and realised that she had been staring. She bit her lip. 'I'm sorry,' she stammered. `Quite understandable, Sister,' he smiled. Adelaide made up her mind. She liked the professor, and rather to her own surprise, for she was not a hasty girl, found herself accepting his offer without further preamble.

  `Good, Sister Peters. I will leave Matron to make all the necessary arrangements, and shall hope to see you in due course.'

  `Well, that's settled.' Matron sounded pleased. `You will want to go back to your ward now, Sister. Perhaps you will come and see me this afternoon, and I will tell you all the details then.'

  Adelaide thanked her, and repeated her thanks rather shyly to the professor as he held the door open for her. He said nothing further, however, only smiled briefly.

  Her mind was in a whirl as she walked back to the Children's Unit. Perhaps she should have taken more time to decide, but the professor had seemed so sure of her acceptance that it had seemed quite natural to say yes immediately. She felt a thrill of excitement. She hoped that Dutch wasn't too difficult a language, for she supposed that she would have to learn it if she was to make a success of her new job. It suddenly seemed most important that she should do well and please the professor.

  CHAPTER TWO

  As Adelaide walked towards the Children's Clinic at eight o'clock on the morning of her first day in Amsterdam, the professor was coming down the staircase of his lovely old house on the Heerengracht. Below him he could see Castor and Pollux, his two labrador dogs, sitting side by side, waiting for him to take them for their morning walk. As he crossed the black and white tiled hall he gave a cheerful good morning to his butler, Tweedle, who looked up from the coat he was brushing.

  `Good morning, Mr Coenraad.' He looked at his master over his old-fashioned spectacles. `You'll need to wear a coat.' He spoke in English, with the respectful familiarity of the old family servant and friend. The professor, born the Baron Coenraad Blankenaar van Essen, and possessed of a considerable fortune, would always be `Mr Coenraad' to Tweedle and his wife, who acted as the professor's housekeeper. The butler's earliest recollections of Coenraad had been the conversations they had held with each other as he opened the great front door to allow the small boy and his even smaller sisters to go through on their way to the park or to school. The professor stood waiting patiently for his coat. He was polishing his glasses and looked quite different without them, and considerably younger. His eyes, bright and searching, were blue-grey.

  `Any news?' he asked, as he put on his coat. Tweedle eased it over the broad shoulders.

  'Freule Keizer telephoned and asked me to remind you that she expects you to take her to the Concertgebouw this evening.'

  The professor frowned. `I suppose I must have said I would take her. Oh, well, I can't disappoint an old friend.'

  He had known Margriet Keizer since childhood. She was now a handsome young woman, and there had been some speculation among their friends as to whether they intended to marry. She was suitable in every way and would make an admirable wife for the professor, as she had been at some pains to let him realise, but so far he had remained a good friend and nothing more. All the same, Tweedle, who disliked her, was very much afraid that he would marry her sooner or later, even if only for the sake of an heir.

  Coenraad, threading the Volvo through the early morning traffic, was not thinking of Margriet, however. Today, the English Sister would be at the clinic for the first time. He hoped that he had made a wise choice-she had seemed exactly the type of girl they had been hoping for, but there was always the language difficulty. Even with lessons it would be a few weeks before she could make herself understood. It would be interesting to see how she would make out.

  He parked the car and strode rapidly through the Vondelpark, the two dogs careering ahead, making the most of their half hour's run. Back home, the professor read his post and glanced at the papers as he ate his breakfast. At precisely ten minutes to nine he left his home for the hospital. There he left his coat and gloves in the changing room, and walked down the familiar corridor. His registrar, Piet Beekman, came out of Casualty as he passed. They were friends of long standing. Piet was the professor's junior by five years and married to a nurse. They had a baby son, and Coenraad was the little boy's godfather, and a frequent visitor to their flat. They said 'Dag' briefly and Piet fell into step beside his chief.

  `She's here, the English girl-I've not seen her, but Staff Nurse Wilsma says she's nice, but has the most frightful red hair.'

  The professor nodded, only half listening, his thoughts already busy with the day's work. They went through the door Piet had opened, into his office. Adelaide and the staff nurse had their backs to him as he entered. She looked very small and slight beside the sturdy Dutch girl. The two girls turned round as Piet closed the door, and came towards the doctors. Adelaide gave an inward sigh of relief; the professor was exactly as she had remembered him-no, that wasn't true; he was even better. They smiled at each other and shook hands, and Piet Beekman was introduced.

  'You'll find the routine here very similar to your hospital in London, Sister Peters. Dr Beekman and I will speak English with you until your Dutch is adequate. I understand lessons are already arranged?'

  As he himself had sought out an old friend of his father and persuaded him to give Adelaide lessons, the question was an unnecessary one, but Adelaide, who was feeling shy in her strange surroundings, was glad to be able to talk about the arrangements which had been made for her.

  She had enjoyed the hour before the professor had arrived. Staff Nurse had taken her over the clinic and she had opened and shut drawers and peered into cupboards and examined trolleys, and drawn the conclusion that Casualty at least was almost identical with its English counterpart. She thought that, even with the language barrier, she would be able to manage quite well. She liked the nurses. Zuster Wilsma was a little younger than herself, a big jolly girl, blonde and blue-eyed. She had been at the clinic for a year now, and although her English was fragmental, Adelaide guessed that she was going to be a great help to her. Nurse Eisink was the senior student nurse, as dark as Zuster Wilsma was fair, and only half her size. She had enormous pale blue eyes and a very attractive smile. The third nurse, Zuster Steensma, was the junior, a thick-set, stolid girl with black boot-button eyes and blonde hair that she obviously didn't bother about a great deal. She beamed at Adelaide, who beamed back. She was quite undeterred by their inability to communicate excepting on the most basic terms. It seemed to her that she was very lucky; they all seemed so anxious to be friendly and helpful.

  The desk in the professor's office was, however, a different matter. The forms upon it were not in the least like those to which she had been used, and the printing on them was quite incomprehensible to her. She determined to stay on that evening and study them. They were of various colours; if she was very careful to watch durin
g the clinics, she should be able to identify them later, and learn their various uses. The Dutch she had heard so far had been quite beyond her; indeed, by nine o'clock, a dozen small worries and doubts had assailed her, but somehow the sight of the professor's placid face and his firm handshake had done much to put her fears at rest. She liked Dr Beekman too, he looked goodnatured and cheerful. He was nearly as tall as the professor, but of a burlier build, with very fair hair and blue eyes. He spoke English with fluency, but with a terrible accent.

  The professor asked her gravely if she could say `Ja' and 'Neen', and everyone laughed, and she felt quite at ease. He noted this as he was putting on his white coat; it seemed the right moment to start work; he signed to Zuster Wilsma to bring in the first little patient, and work started.

  The clinics finished for the day at five o'clock, and the doctors left together. The professor was very well satisfied with the day's work; Adelaide, despite her difficulties with the language, had managed well. She had not been easily flustered or put out. As he took off his coat he congratulated her on getting through the day so competently, and told her to go and enjoy her evening, for she had earned it. Adelaide wished them both a cheerful goodbye, and they went on their way; Piet Beekman to his home, the professor to do a round of his private patients in the town.

 

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