Taking Nannie
right up in his arms, as if she'd been a little child, Max went over
and laid her on the sofa, then knelt down by her, and began rubbing one
of her hands.
Phil flew for nurse, Nora for a fan, Betty for water, and I caught up
Nannie's other hand and began rubbing it, though I could scarcely reach
it from where I stood almost behind Max. I could hear Fee's chair
scraping the floor as he hitched himself along toward us.
Max stopped rubbing and began smoothing the loose, curly pieces of
Nannie's hair off her forehead. "Dear little Nancy Lee!" I heard him
say; and then, "My brave little--" I lost that word, for Nannie opened
her eyes just then, and looked up at him with a far-off, wondering look;
then the lids fell again, and she lay perfectly still, while Max and I
rubbed away at her hands.
In a minute or two the others came trooping in with nurse and the things
they'd gone for, and pretty soon Nannie was much better. She sat up and
looked at us with a smile that just lighted up her whole face,--I think
Nannie is so pretty! "What a goose I was to faint!" she said, "when we
have such _good_ news! Oh, isn't it splendid, _splendid_! that papa will
get well!" Then in a minute--before we knew what she was about--she was
kneeling by Felix, with her arms round his neck, crying and sobbing as
if her heart would break.
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