It was impossible, of course. A learned professor and a prem trainee were a universe apart. Jess was quite aware that she was in love with a man who was as remote from her as the moon and the stars, and that there was no future in thinking on those lines. Better by far, she decided, to plan a romance for her friend Margaret. Margaret of the good manners, the gentle ways, and the high marks; Margaret who would make an ideal professor's wife - quite unlike the red-headed hoyden who flew down corridors, who knocked professors over, who said the wrong thing at the wrong time, who got Average Only. This is an enchanting story about life - and work - in a hospital for the specialised nursing of premature babies. - dustjacket flap (London, 1959)
