"_Poor_ Mrs. Blackwood!" she said;
"Doulton is her favourite china, and that bowl _was_ a beauty!"
"I guess they got the worst of it," I said to Phil.
"I shouldn't wonder if they had," he answered with a nod. "Moral: Don't
give afternoon receptions. Let's be off to bed. Good-night, all."
XII.
IN THE SHADOW.
TOLD BY JACK.
Felix and I were together in his room; he was helping me with my
Latin--that vile Latin, how I despise it!--when we heard some one
calling from the hall two flights below. "Why, that sounds like Nannie's
voice!" Felix said, starting from his chair. "I wonder what's up?"
We heard plainly enough when we got in the hall, for Nannie was calling,
in a loud, frightened way, "Felix! Phil, Jack! somebody!--_anybody!_"
"All right! here we are! What's the matter?" Felix answered, making for
the steps as fast as he could go. "Oh, pshaw! I've left my cane in the
room; get it for me, Jack, and catch up to me on the stairs."
I dashed into Fee's room, snatched up the cane, and was out again in
time to hear Nannie say, excitedly: "Tell nurse to come right down to
the study, Felix, and send Jack flying for Dr.
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