Phil
seems to have taken charge of the boy, and I do believe he's going to
develop into a nurse. I'll send you round a _masseur_, and I'll write
to your father, so he'll not be alarmed. Keep up your spirits, and your
roses, my dear," patting Nora's cheek. Then he got into his carriage and
drove away.
Because the doctor said that about keeping Fee quiet, no one but Phil or
nurse was allowed in his room all day. But late in the afternoon nurse
let me take something up to him,--she had to see to the children's
dinner, or something or other downstairs; she said if Phil were with him
I wasn't to stay.
I knocked, but not very hard,--my hands were pretty full; and then, as
nobody answered, I opened the door softly, and went in. Fee was lying
sort of hunched up among the pillows, which weren't any whiter than his
face. Oh! _didn't_ he look delicate!
He had on his glasses again, and now his eyes were shining through them,
and there was a very sweet expression on his lips. Phil was sitting on
the edge of the bed, talking in a low, unsteady voice: "I didn't really
care for them," he was saying, "and there were times when I fairly
loathed them; but somehow they got round me, and--I began to go there
regularly.
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