Of Scotland Yardxx-xx-xx xxx Nurse Waddingham

How do you do? When they're young, most of us are ambitions. At 18, we start out with an ambition to save the world. A few years later, we finish up with an ambition to save part of our sanity.

This is all very understandable, but ambition is not always so harmless, especially in the case of a woman. If I may be a late, loud to say to them, ambition implies ruthlessness. That's what's going to be hurt.

And that's why most men like women to be yielding feminine and soft. Then they won't get hurt. This week's casebook yesterday is a story of an ambitious woman. He was known as Nurse Wanniam. Now, her full name was Daras Tia Wanniam.

He was rather commonplace little woman in the early 30s. Had a little house at 32, never dried in the English town of Nottingham. And made a small, steady income, taking in, and nothing of few patients.

Elderly women, mostly, who could not afford to go to a real nursing home. He was a good nurse, even temper thoughtful and ambitious. She wanted a real nursing home of her own, something far superior to the drag quarters at Denton Drive.

That's what I am worth hard, keyed up by the hopes that someday, somehow, she would get her wish. Then, one afternoon, in January 1935, there was a ring at the front door then. Good morning. I'd like to see a nurse who I am being.

I'm not wanting them. Where'd you come in? You're coming, are you? My name is Bree. Mrs. Green. I'm a great reporter. Thank you. And I wanted to talk to you about the friends of mine and the old lady and her daughter.