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You ca n't take care of her here , and she 'll be far better off at the hospital . I 'll send a carriage and a nurse by twelve o'clock . '' So do hours change outlooks . The last thing any one of the Lanes had expected to be doing at noon on that peaceful spring Sunday was to be standing in the vestibule of the Winona flats , watching the little sister being conveyed away , in the care of a nurse . But so it was . `` Do n't look so blue , dears , '' Sally had murmured , as she left them . `` I 'll soon be back , you know . ''