And Felix, when he caught Phil's eye, would give a roguish
little smile, and say something so merry that we had to laugh.
The only part that troubled me was that Phil stuck so closely to Fee
that nobody else got a chance to do anything for him. I just longed to
go in and sit with Fee a while, but the doctor didn't want more than one
to be with him at a time; and what with Nora, and nurse, and Phil, I
didn't get any chance at all until about the third day that Fee'd been
ill. A telegram came that morning from Miss Marston, saying she was on
the way home, and would arrive early in the afternoon, and that we would
start for the Cottage the next day,--she didn't know about Fee; we'd
been so upset that nobody had thought of writing her.
Well, that threw Nora into what Phil calls "a state of mind," and she
and nurse began getting things together and packing 'em.
I just hate packing times; you have to keep running up and down stairs
carrying things, and all that, and you don't have a minute to yourself
for reading. But of course I had to help, and I was busy in the nursery
handing things to nurse off a shelf, when Phil came to the door with his
hat on.
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