This chapter (like Henry's) had to be rewritten because I couldn't make you kind people suffer with the old chapter lol.Thanks for all your reviews and handy tips andI hope you enjoy Margaret's chapter! Oh btw Peg is actually a nickname for Margaret.

Margaret 1925

For as long as she could remember Margaret had wanted to be a nurse like her mother. Not because of the patients or the fact that she might enjoy becoming a nurse, but because then Margaret would be allowed to join the army.

She had long ago accepted the fact that she couldn't be a boy but that didn't stop her from acting like one. On principal Margaret refused to wear pink, only khaki green and God help the person who called her…Maggie.

Margaret Houlihan was a very terrifying five-year-old girl. She hated her long blonde hair and her baby blue eyes. She was the spitting image of her mother but Margaret really wanted to look like her father. High cheek bones, ash hair and hazel eyes.

'Peggy?' Cherilyn Houlihan poked her head into her eldest daughter's bedroom.

Margaret cringed but looked at her mother. 'Yes mum?'

'The babysitter couldn't come today so I'm taking you to the hospital with me.'

Margaret's pretty face lit up and she leapt off her bed. 'I'm ready!'

Cherilyn laughed at her eagerness. 'Slow down Peggy I have to dress your sister.'

Margaret followed her mother out of her bedroom and into Barbra's room. Margaret's sister was only two years old and looked exactly like Alvin which made the five-year-old slightly jealous.

Margaret hovered in the corner impatiently whilst Cherilyn dressed Barbra.

'Are you done yet?' whined Margaret.

Cherilyn scooped Barbra into her arms and laughed at Margaret. 'Yes Peg I'm finished.'

'Would you please call me Margaret mum?' the blonde crossed her arms but that provoked another laugh from her mother.

'Come on Peggy, you're a cute girl you should have a cute name.'

Just what I need a cute nickname. Margaret thought bitterly.

Margaret's bad mood didn't last long because as soon as she arrived at the hospital she felt at home. The sterile equipment, the cute doctors, the sick patients, the cute doctors, the sense of urgency; this all made Margaret want to put on a gown and help the doctors operate.

'Hi Hazel, would you look after Peggy and Barbie?' Cherilyn was talking to a tall dark haired nurse with rather large front teeth.

'Sure Cherie.' Pause. 'Oh they're so adorable, Peggy looks just like you!'

Margaret rolled her eyes as she watched her mother hand Barbra to this strange nurse.

Cherilyn bent down to talk to her daughter. 'Peggy, this is Nurse Hazel Smith. She is on her break at the moment and is going to look after you and Barbie.'

Cherilyn kissed Margaret on the head and straightened up.

'Thanks Hazel, bye girls!'

Both of the young Houlihans looked less than thrilled to be left with Hazel but for entirely different reasons.

'Okay girls, what would like to do?' asked Hazel pleasantly.

'I want to visit the patients!' piped up Margaret. Hey it's worth a try!

As predicted, Hazel shook her head. 'Sorry Peg, that's not a place for little girls.'

'Let's have lunch.' suggested Barbra and Margaret shot her a death stare which Hazel didn't seem to notice.

'That's a great idea, come on Peg.' Hazel headed in the direction of the Nurse's lunch room but Margaret went towards the Intensive Care Unit.

Because she was only three feet tall Margaret couldn't see through into the rooms so when she came across a room labelled Recovery the blonde invited herself in.

The room was completely white (as expected) with ten beds, five on each wall. Several nurses were attending to the needs of various patients so Margaret tried to look like she belonged there. A rather heavily built nurse with a double chin and fiery red hair spotted the five-year-old and frowned.

'What are you doing in here little girl?'

Margaret looked into the nurses eyes with no fear whatsoever. 'I'm Margaret, Nurse Houlihan's daughter.'

The nurse frowned. 'Does your mother know you're in here?'

'Of course, she told me to visit…' Margaret drifted off as she looked around the room and spotted a sad looking boy of about 17 on the end bed.

'…that boy there!'

The nurse sighed. 'Okay Margaret, but don't do anything silly.'

Margaret beamed and made her way over to the boy. The chart on the end of his bed said Name: Jonathon Berkley, DOB: 17th July 1908 and then went on to say that he was recovering from a rather nasty case of the measles. The blonde crawled onto the seat next to Jonathon's bed and smiled at him.

Jonathon smiled back and Margaret noticed he had a gap between his front teeth.

'Hello, I'm Margaret Houlihan.' The blonde held her hand out for Jonathon to shake. He took it politely.

'John Berkley.' He sighed. 'Are you here to entertain me Maggie?'

Margaret cringed. 'Please call me Margaret and yes I am. Do you want to talk or play cards or something?'

John thought. 'Well you are awfully young, how are you at gin rummy?'

Margaret grinned. 'Are you kidding? My father taught me, I'm a pro.'

John laughed. 'Okay, could you please hand me that deck of cards?' He motioned to the side table where there indeed sat a deck of well worn cards. Margaret handed John the cards and he began to shuffle.

'Do you want to play with seven cards or ten?'

'Make it ten, and then I can watch you lose for a longer time.'

John laughed at the blonde and dealt. 'You're a very mature girl. How old are you?'

Margaret collected her cards and smiled. 'I'm five, you're 17, right?'

John nodded. 'I can't believe you're only five.'

'Okay less talk more play.' Margaret giggled.

She played with John for half an hour (winning almost every hand) before Cherilyn entered Recovery with a stern look on her face.

'Margaret Jane Houlihan, I thought I told you to stay with Hazel?'

Hazel was standing behind Cherilyn with Barbra looking both relieved and mad. Cherilyn approached her daughter and grabbed her by the wrist. 'You are going with Hazel.'

'Bye John!' the blonde managed to call before she was pulled from the room and spanked.

Margaret didn't mind though. She had really enjoyed playing with John and making him feel happy. Maybe there is more to being a nurse than just joining the army. I can make people happy! With this thought in her mind, Margaret didn't mind being reprimanded by her mother.

Well there you have it, little Maggie Houlihan as a child! Please review as you so faithfully have for every chapter!

Next...BJ!