" I suppose that reminded him of something he wanted to say, for
presently he called out, "Say, Rosebud--_Rose_bud!"
I just _wouldn't_ answer,--after his treating me that way! What did he
do then but lean over the footboard and shake me by the heel. "Turn
over," he said; "I want to talk to you,--d'you hear me?" and he shook
my heel again.
I jerked my foot away. "I wish you wouldn't bother me," I answered; "I'm
trying to go to sleep."
"Oh, I see,--on your dig." Phil laughed and pulled my toe. "Well, you
provoked me, staring at me with those owly eyes of yours; but now I want
to speak to you about Felix."
I still felt sore over the way he'd acted, but as long as it was Fee he
wanted to talk about, I thought I'd better listen; so I turned over
again and looked at Phil.
"See here, what's the matter with Felix?" As he spoke, Phil went over
and threw himself into a chair, where he could see me. "He's never been
very much of a walker, but seems to me that he's worse than ever at it
lately. Why, last evening--this evening I mean" (he gave me a funny
look)--"we hadn't gone three blocks before he began to drag, and took
hold of my arm; he hung on it, too, I can tell you.
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