Only the diehard loyalists—Myrna Loy and Eddie Cantor—came forward enthusiastically.
"I bet she'd come to-day if she knew Captain Phipps was going to be here," said Myrna one morning, wagging her head wisely.
"I bid to sit next to him at supper," said Myrna, hugging herself in ecstasy.
Then Harry saw the names, saw his own name repeated twice—once for Sue, once for Myrna.
"They're sweethearts," said Myrna, with the frightful astuteness of twelve.
She remembered the little gifts Cass and Myrna and Edwin had slipped in her bag.
And the succession could be safeguarded by marrying Steven and Myrna.
Myrna had accepted, at eight, that she must some day marry for reasons of state; why not her playmate Steven?
It just so happens that he knows of another nurse who has had her eye on you—a very pretty little brunette named Myrna.
He said nothing when, after three months or so, Myrna was suddenly "transferred" without warning.