The doctor, though, declares he can see
a slight improvement in them. He says now that perhaps--after several
years--Fee may be able to get around on crutches! Betty and I felt
awfully disappointed when we heard this,--we've been so sure Fee would
get perfectly well; but Fee himself was very happy over it. "Once let me
assume the perpendicular, even on crutches," he said, smiling at Phil,
who sat sadly beside him, "and you see if, after a while, these old pegs
don't come up to their duty bravely. I may yet dance at your wedding,
Philippus."
Max comes up to the Cottage quite often, and stays from Saturday to
Monday. He's just as nice and kind as he can be,--why, he doesn't seem
to mind one bit going off on jolly long drives in the old depot-wagon,
or on larks, with only Nannie and us children; and he's teaching Maedel
how to manage G. W. L. Spry and make him go, without being thrown off.
Phil and Felix and Max had a long talk together the first time Max came
up, and I have an idea 'twas about Chad, for Max looked very grave. I
don't know what he did about it, but the other day I heard him tell
Nora that Chad had positively made up his mind to go into business.
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