Phil's answer sounded like, "Had enough of it;" and before Chad could
say anything more, Fee began to talk to him. I was surprised, for Felix
doesn't usually talk to Chad; but to-night, all at once, he seemed to
have a friendly fit. He started Chad talking of his travels; then he got
Phil into the conversation, and then Nora, and he just kept them all
going; he was so bright himself, and funny, and entertaining, that the
evening fairly flew by. We were all amazed when ten o'clock struck;
soon after that Chad bid good-night, and we shut up the house and
went to bed.
'Most always Phil stops in Fee's room for a few minutes: he didn't this
evening, though; he just called out,--a little gruffly,--"Good-night,
old man!" and marched right into his own room. But I went in.
Fee was sitting on the edge of his bed; he looked almost as tired as he
had the night before, though now his eyes were bright and his cheeks
red. He turned quickly to me. "Did you think I was wound up to-night?"
he asked. Then, before I could answer, "But I kept them--I kept them
both, Jack; they didn't go walking to-night,--at least, Phil didn't, and
that's the main point.
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