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           Thosewhohadbeeninonthenightstartedtellingaboutitwithakindofquietprideandwonder,thewaypeopletellaboutseeingabighotelfireoradambursting—verysolemnandrespectfulbecausethecasualtiesaren’tevencountedyet—butthelongerthetellingwenton,thelesssolemnthefellowsgot.EverytimetheBigNurseandherhustlingblackboysturnedupsomethingnew,suchastheemptybottleofcoughsyruporthefleetofwheelchairsparkedattheendofthehalllikeemptyridesinanamusementpark,itbroughtanotherpartofthenightbacksuddenandcleartobetoldtotheguyswhoweren’tinonitandtobesavoredbytheguyswhowere.Everybodyhadbeenherdedintothedayroombytheblackboys,ChronicsandAcutesalike,millingtogetherinexcitedconfusion.ThetwooldVegetablessatsunkintheirbedding,snappingtheireyesandtheirgums.EverybodywasstillinpajamasandslippersexceptMcMurphyandthegirl;shewasdressed,exceptforhershoesandthenylonstockings,whichnowhungoverhershoulder,andhewasinhisblackshortswiththewhitewhales.Theyweresittingtogetheronasofa,holdinghands.Thegirlhaddozedoffagain,andMcMurphywasleaningagainstherwithasatisfiedandsleepygrin.

           Oursolemnworrywasgivingway,inspiteofus,tojoyandhumor.WhenthenursefoundthepileofpillsHardinghadsprinkledonSefeltandthegirl,westartedtopopandsnorttokeepfromlaughing,andbythetimetheyfoundMr.