"
Fee's hands were actually resting one on the other, and I saw his
fingers move feebly, trying to take hold of one another. Then he said in
a slow, frightened whisper, "I--can't--make--them--hold!" and his arms
slipped down, one of them swinging helplessly by his side, until nurse
laid it in his lap.
"Never mind, don't worry about that, Fee; I can get you up," Phil said
cheerfully. "Why, don't you remember I took you almost up to your room
the other night?"
Nora and I looked at each other. I know we were both thinking of the
same thing,--that happy evening when we heard of aunt Lindsay's plan for
Fee, and when Phil had picked Felix up and run so gaily up the stairs
with him, singing. Was it possible that was only three or four evenings
ago! It seemed _years_.
"Run for the doctor, Master Jack--_don't_ loiter," nurse said, as she
fell in with the procession that was moving so slowly up the stairs;
Phil was going one step at a time, and sometimes sliding himself along
against the banister to rest the weight he was carrying.
I rushed out and up to Dr. Archard's as fast as I could go. The streets
through which I went were very lonely,--I scarcely met a creature,--but
I didn't mind; in fact, the stillness, and the stars shining so clear
and bright in the quiet sky, seemed to do me good.
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