And here we've been for nearly three
months; in a week or two more we'll be thinking of going back to the
city. Dr. Gordon came up with us, and he and Phil did all they could to
make the journey easier for Felix. But he was dreadfully used up by the
time we got him to the house, and for days no one but Phil and Nannie
were allowed in his room.
Papa came a few days after we did, looking ever so much better than
when he went away, and he settled down to work at once. Betty's here,
too. From what she lets out now and then, I'm pretty sure she's had a
real good time; but, do you know, she _won't_ acknowledge it. Still, I
notice she doesn't make such fun of Hilliard as she used to; and I
will say Betty's improving. She doesn't romp and tear about so much,
nor flare out at people so often, and of course that makes her much
more comfortable to live with. I'm ever so glad she's here; if she
hadn't been, I'm afraid I'd have had an awfully stupid time this
summer. You see Betty and I are in the middle; we come between the
big and the little ones in the family, and we 'most always go together
on that account.
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