I mean it doesn't hurt as it would from somebody else. Felix
says it's because she has tact, and Betty says it's because she loves us
an awful lot. _I_ think perhaps it's both.
[Illustration: "'THESE TWO LITTLE MEN WILL, I AM SURE, COME TO YOU AND
ASK YOU TO OVERLOOK THIS AFTERNOON'S BEHAVIOUR.'"]
Well, those next two weeks were just _awful_! Seems now as if they'd
been a tremendous long nightmare. There was Fee in bed upstairs he
didn't get up or stand on his feet for nearly ten days,--he couldn't,
you know, his legs wouldn't hold him up, though I rubbed and rubbed them
every night till I was so tired, I felt as if I'd drop. Of course I
didn't let Fee know how tired I got over it, 'cause then he wouldn't
have let me rub 'em so long, and I did want to do it thoroughly.
At first Fee hadn't a bit of feeling in his legs; but gradually it came
back, and at last one afternoon he managed to stand on his feet, holding
on to me and the furniture,--his cane wasn't any good at all at
first,--and I tell you he used to press hard, though he didn't know it.
You see he was anxious to be all right as soon as he possibly could,
'cause the others began to think 'twas queer he stayed in bed so long if
it was nothing but his back, and he didn't want them to know what the
trouble was; and besides, he felt all the time that he should be up and
helping take care of papa: there was a good deal to do, though the nurse
was there, for the doctor said papa shouldn't be left alone for even a
minute.
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