"Yes, but I do--you blessed child. I know it all."
"And won't somebody go and help him? He is all alone, he told me
so."
"Uncle Peter is with him, dearie.'"
"Yes,--but some one who can--" she straightened up--"I will go,
aunty--I will go now."
"You will do nothing of the kind, you little goose; you will stay
just where you are."
"Well, won't you go, then? Oh, please--please--aunty." Peter's
bald head now rose above the edge of the banisters. Miss Felicia
motioned him to go back, but Ruth heard his step and raised her
tear-drenched face half hidden in her dishevelled hair.
"Oh, Uncle Peter, is Jack--is Mr. Breen--"
Miss Felicia's warning face behind Ruth's own, for once reached
Peter in time.
"In his bed and covered up, and his landlady, Mrs. Hicks, sitting
beside him," responded Peter in his cheeriest tones.
"But he fainted from pain--and--"
"Yes, but that's all over now, my dear," broke in Miss Felicia.
"But you will go, anyhow--won't you, aunty?" pleaded Ruth.
"Certainly--just as soon as I put you to bed, and that is just
where you have got to go this very minute," and she led the
overwrought trembling girl into her room and shut the door.
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