Dr. Archard as much as admitted it when I
asked him to tell me the truth. It's that Fetich! He has been working
over it like a galley slave, because--" Phil stopped again. He and Felix
looked at each other; then, starting up, Phil walked over to the other
side of the room, and stood with his hands in his pockets, staring at
Fee's picture of the Good Shepherd which hangs on the wall there, and
which he had seen scores of times before.
"Who's going to take care of father?" Felix asked presently, and that
brought Phil back to his bedside.
"The doctor is going to send us a trained nurse this afternoon," he
said; "but in the mean while Nannie and nurse are with him. Every time
he became conscious he asked for Nannie or spoke her name, and seemed
easier when she was near him; once or twice he called her 'Margaret'!"
We were quiet for a moment or two,--that was dear mamma's name,--then
Phil began again: "The nurse that's coming is a woman, and very
efficient, I believe. Of course she'll have to have a certain amount of
rest every day, and at those times somebody will have to take her place;
so I'm going to try to be home early afternoons,--Nannie can't do
everything, you know,--and sit with the _pater_ while the nurse takes
her nap.
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