I knew Who was up
there above those shining stars; I thought of the poor lame man that He
had healed long ago, and as I raced along, I just _prayed_ that He would
help our Fee.
Dr. Archard was away, out of town, the sleepy boy who answered the bell
told me; but Dr. Gordon, his assistant, was in,--would he do?
I didn't know him at all,--he'd come since papa's illness; but of course
I said yes, and in a few minutes the doctor was ready and we started.
He had a nice face,--he was years younger than Dr. Archard,--and as we
hurried toward home and began talking of Felix, I suddenly made up my
mind that I would tell him about the attack Fee had had when papa was so
ill. That promise of mine not to speak of it had always worried me, and
now, all at once, a feeling came over me that I just _ought_ to tell Dr.
Gordon everything about it,--and I did.
He asked a lot of questions, and when I finished he said gravely, "You
have done very right in telling me of this; the knowledge of this former
attack and his symptoms will help me in treating your brother's case."
"Is it the same trouble?" I asked eagerly.
"Certain symptoms which you have described point that way," he answered;
"but of course I can say nothing until I have seen and examined him.
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