FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159  
160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   >>  
ittle nose was so blue, it made one's heart ache to see it. In less time than it takes to tell it, Dr. Alec had her on the sofa rolled up in the bear-skin coat, with Phebe rubbing her cold feet while he rubbed the aching hands, and Aunt Plenty made a comfortable hot drink, and Aunt Peace sent down her own foot-warmer and embroidered blanket "for the dear." Full of remorseful tenderness, Uncle Alec worked over his new patient till she declared she was all right again. He would not let her get up to dinner, but fed her himself, and then forgot his own while he sat watching her fall into a drowse, for Aunt Plenty's cordial made her sleepy. She lay so several hours for the drowse deepened into a heavy sleep, and Uncle Alec, still at his post, saw with growing anxiety that a feverish colour began to burn in her cheeks, that her breathing was quick and uneven, and now and then she gave a little moan, as if in pain. Suddenly she woke up with a start, and seeing Aunt Plenty bending over her, put out her arms like a sick child, saying wearily, "Please, could I go to bed?" "The best place for you, deary. Take her right up, Alec; I've got the hot water ready, and after a nice bath, she shall have a cup of my sage tea, and be rolled up in blankets to sleep off her cold," answered the old lady, cheerily, as she bustled away to give orders. "Are you in pain, darling?" asked Uncle Alec, as he carried her up. "My side aches when I breathe, and I feel stiff and queer; but it isn't bad, so don't be troubled, uncle," whispered Rose, with a little hot hand against his cheek. But the poor doctor did look troubled, and had cause to do so, for just then Rose tried to laugh at Dolly charging into the room with a warming-pan, but could not, for the sharp pain took her breath away and made her cry out. "Pleurisy," sighed Aunt Plenty, from the depths of the bath-tub. "Pewmonia!" groaned Dolly, burrowing among the bedclothes with the long-handled pan, as if bent on fishing up that treacherous disease. "Oh, is it bad?" asked Phebe, nearly dropping a pail of hot water in her dismay, for she knew nothing of sickness, and Dolly's suggestion had a peculiarly dreadful sound to her. "Hush!" ordered the Doctor, in a tone that silenced all further predictions, and made everyone work with a will. "Make her as comfortable as you can, and when she is in her little bed I'll come and say good-night," he added, when the bath was ready
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159  
160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   >>  



Top keywords:
Plenty
 

drowse

 

troubled

 

comfortable

 

rolled

 
doctor
 
cheerily
 

warming

 
charging
 

whispered


breathe

 

carried

 
darling
 

bustled

 
orders
 

Pleurisy

 
Doctor
 
ordered
 

silenced

 

sickness


suggestion

 

peculiarly

 

dreadful

 

predictions

 

groaned

 

Pewmonia

 

burrowing

 

bedclothes

 

depths

 

answered


sighed

 
handled
 

dropping

 

dismay

 

fishing

 
treacherous
 

disease

 
breath
 

cordial

 
rubbed

sleepy
 

aching

 
forgot
 
watching
 

growing

 

anxiety

 
feverish
 

colour

 
deepened
 

worked