"
"That's 'cause he's in a swoond," nurse answered briskly. "Here, lay him
down flat. Now rub his feet--_hard_; Hannah, slap his palms,--that'll
start up a cirkilation. Here, Miss Nora, fan your brother. Cook, fill
them hot-water bottles; if the water in the biler ain't hot 'nough,
start your fire _immejiate_. Master Jack, you run for the doctor; an' if
he can't come," she added, dropping her voice so that only I heard her,
"get another. Don't you come back here without _somebody_. An' be
quick's you can."
That told me that she wasn't as sure about Fee as she pretended to be,
and the hope that had come up in my heart died right out. My eyes got so
blinded with tears that I just had to grope for my hat; but as I was
opening the outer door, I heard something that brought me in again in
double quick time.
It was a cry from Phil,--a shout of joy: "He _is_ breathing! Oh, he's
_breathing_! His eyes are opening!"
Sure enough, they were. Slowly the heavy lids raised, and Fee's
near-sighted eyes looked blankly up at Phil.
"Don't you know me, old fellow?" Phil asked with a break in his voice,
bending eagerly over Felix.
A sweet little smile flickered over Fee's lips.
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