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?©, Lyda Farrington

"We Ten Or, The Story of the Roses"


Fee was so completely taken by surprise--poor old Fee!--that he lost his
balance, swung to one side with the force of Phil's elbow, striking his
back against the sharp edge of the hall chair, and fell to the floor.
I can't tell you the awful feeling that came over me when I saw Fee
lying there; I got _wild_! I dashed down those steps and into the
vestibule before Phil had had time to even turn the handle of the
outer door, and, locking my hands tight round his arm, I tried to
drag him back into the hall. "Come back," I cried out; "come
back--oh, come back!"
"Hullo! what's happened to you,--crazy?" demanded Phil, giving his arm a
shake; but I hung on with all my weight. And then I said something about
Felix; I don't remember now what it was,--I hardly knew what I was
saying,--but, with a sharp cry, Phil threw me from him and rushed back
into the hall.
When I got to him, Phil was kneeling by Felix, with his hand on his
shoulder, gently shaking him. "Fee, _Fee_!" he exclaimed breathlessly,
"what's the matter? Are you hurt? Are you, Fee? Oh, _tell_ me!" But Fee
didn't answer; he just lay there, his face half resting on the arm he
had thrown out in falling; his glasses had tumbled off, and his eyes
were closed.


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