And what d'you think! in about two minutes more, if we weren't every
one of us crying, too! I don't mean out loud, you know,--though Nora and
Betty did,--but all the same we all knew we were doing it. Phil laid his
arms on the schoolroom table and buried his face in them, Fee put his
face down in Nannie's neck, and I was just _busy_ wiping away the tears
that would come pouring down; nurse threw her apron over her face and
went out in the hall, and Max walked to the window and stood there
clearing his throat. And yet we were all _very_, _very_ glad and happy;
queer, wasn't it?
XIV.
A MISSION OF THREE.
TOLD BY JACK.
That was the turning-point, for after that papa began to get better; but
my! so slowly: why, it was days and days, Nannie said, before she could
really see any improvement, he was so dreadfully weak. After a while,
though, he began to take nourishment, then to notice things and to say a
few words to Nannie, and one day he asked the doctor how long 'twould be
before he could get at his writing again.
The evening that Nannie came upstairs and told us about his asking the
doctor this, we held a council.
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