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And the graduation was at eight ! '' For any real adventure except dying , June is certainly a most auspicious month . Indeed it was on the very first rain-green , rose-red morning of June that the White Linen Nurse sallied forth upon her extremely hazardous adventure of marrying the Senior Surgeon and his naughty little crippled daughter . The wedding was at noon in some kind of a gray granite church . And the Senior Surgeon was there , of course , -- and the necessary witnesses . But the Little Crippled Girl never turned up at all , owing -- it proved later , -- to a more than usually violent wrangle with whomever dressed her , concerning the general advisability of sporting turquoise-colored stockings with her brightest little purple dress . The Senior Surgeon 's stockings , if you really care to know , were gray .