No telling what these foolish
Southerners will do, she said to herself, when a woman is to be
looked after,--but she said nothing of all this to Ruth.
When the carriage stopped and Ruth with a spring leaped from her
seat and bounded upstairs to her father's bedside, Miss Felicia
holding Jack's hand, her eyes reading the boy's face, turned and
said to Peter:
"Now you take him home where he belongs and put him to bed; and
don't you let him get up until I see him. No--" she continued in a
more decided tone, in answer to Jack's protest--"I won't have it.
You go to bed just as I tell you--you can hardly stand now."
"Perhaps I had better, Miss Felicia. I am a little shaky," replied
Jack, in a faint voice, and the carriage kept on its way to Mrs.
Hicks's leaving the good lady on MacFarlane's porch.
MacFarlane was asleep when Ruth, trembling with excitement,
reached the house. Outside the sick room, lighted by a single
taper, she met the nurse whose few hurried words, spoken with
authority, calmed her, as Jack had been unable to do, and
reassured her mind.
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