"I may feel better after I'm there; who knows but this attack may wear
off in a day or two, as the other did."
He spoke so cheerfully that I began to feel better, too, and I flew
around and did just as he told me. First I pulled his bed right close up
to where Fee lay,--it's very light,--then I made a rope of his worsted
afghan, and passing it round the farthest bedpost, gave the ends to him;
then, as he pulled himself up, I pushed him with all my might, and by
and by he got on the bed. It was awfully hard to do, though, for the bed
was on casters, and would slip away from us; but after a good while we
succeeded.
"There, I feel a little better already!" he said, after I'd got him
undressed. "That floor _was_ hard, and I was there some time; yes, I do
feel a little better." He took hold of the railing at the head of the
bed and pulled himself a little higher on the pillows.
"Perhaps you'll be all right again in a few days, same as the last
time," I suggested.
Fee's face brightened up. "That's so,--perhaps I shall," he said. "Why,
Jack, you're almost as good a comforter as Nannie!" Then he took my hand
as if he were going to shake hands, and holding it tight, went on with,
"Now, Jack, I want you to promise me that you'll not speak about this
attack of mine to _anybody_.
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