"
"Could such an accident"--I'd told him that Fee had struck his back
against a chair and then fallen--"do anybody--_harm_?" My heart was
thumping as I put the question.
"Under some circumstances, serious harm," the doctor said. And just
then--before I could say anything more--we came to our stoop, and there
was Hannah holding the door open for us to go in.
* * * * *
The doctor turned every one out of Fee's room but Phil and nurse; and he
was in there an awful long time. And while Nonie and I sat on the upper
stairs waiting for news, what did I do but fall _asleep_! and I didn't
wake up until the next morning, when I found myself in my own bed. It
seems that Phil had undressed and put me to bed, though I didn't
remember a thing about it. I felt dreadfully ashamed to have gone to
sleep without hearing how Fee was, but you see I was so dead tired, that
I suppose I really _couldn't_ keep awake.
Did you ever wake up in the morning with a strange sort of feeling as if
there was a weight on your heart, and then remember that something
dreadful had happened the night before? Well, then you know just how I
felt the morning after Fee got hurt.
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