"Oh, isn't this _awful_!" I sobbed.
Then all at once I thought of that day I found Felix lying on the
floor,--could this be an attack like that, only worse? His words,
"What'll the _next_ one be!" flashed into my mind, and I burst out
eagerly, "Oh, Phil, call somebody--go for the doctor--quick, quick, oh,
do be _quick_! The doctor will know what to do--he can help him--call
nurse--oh, call _somebody_!"
But Phil suddenly dropped Felix's hand that he'd been rubbing, and
bending down laid his ear on Fee's chest over his heart. I shall never
forget the awful horror that was in his white face when he lifted it and
looked at me across Fee's body. "Jack," he said in a slow, shrill
whisper, that just went through my ears like a knife, "Jack, it's no
use; Fee is--"
But I screamed out before he could say that dreadful word,--a loud
scream that rang through the house and woke the people up.
In a confused sort of way--as if I had dreamed it--I remember that Nora
came flying down the stairs in her dressing-gown and bare feet, and
nurse hurrying behind her, both crying out in a frightened
way,--something like, "Oh, _lawkes_! what _have_ them boys been doin'?"
and, "Oh, boys, _boys_! what _is_ the matter?"
But Phil's answer stands out clear,--I can hear it every time I let
myself think of that awful night.
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