Cherry Ames Visiting Nurse [antikvár]

Fresh StartIT was a hot afternoon at the end of August. The whole Mid-West town of Hilton looked wilted. Even this tree-shaded block, and the Ameses' big, grey frame house and lawn wore a dusty, tail-end of summer look. Cherry, sitting forlorn on the porch steps, debated whether the long summer ever would be over."Of course, summer is my favourite season," she argued to herself. "But I've had enough of doing nothing. What I want is a new fall hat and new, exciting things to do!" She wrinkled her nose as if trying to detect any first autunm briskness in the air.The hot breeze carried to her only the scent of overripe greenery. Cherry sighed and pushed her black curls off her forehead, off the back of her too-warm neck. She fanned her red cheeks, muttering, "Where, oh, where is that mailman?"For any mail delivery, any day now, would tell her whether or not she was to go to New York this fall, and become a visiting nurse. Cherry had already sent in her application for the jobincluding transcripts of her R.N. degree from Spencer Nursing School, her record as an Army nurse, as a private duty nurse,7