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perhaps i might die herewho
could tell? the doctor had said i was very ill.tears came but too easily in those foolish days, and burying my
throbbing temples in the pillow, i cried as if my heart would break, or
as if it had indeed broken.my emotion was none the lighter because it
was imaginary, nor none the easier to bear because it was absurd.childrens troubles and terrors are only less severe than those of
maturer minds, as they are shorter lived; while they last they are, if
possible, more violent and less bearable.and at that time i was, to
all intents and purposes, a child, and a sick, nervous, excited one
besides.by and by mrs.roberts came up to where i lay motionless with my face
hidden in the pillows, and, leaning over me, said in her chilling tones,
are you comfortable? will you have anything?
i did not move.she listened for a moment, then going to the door said
to some one outside:
shes asleep, sir, and doing well.you had better take some rest
yourself.the door closed, and i suppressed my sobs to listen.in a few minutes
mrs.roberts came again to look at me, then noiselessly left the room.i
could endure it no longer, and throwing back the blankets, raised myself
and sat upright.i cried for a long while; every minute the prison
feeling seemed to grow stronger, till at last it drove me to that climax
of desperation which, in actual prisoners, results in knocking down
turnkeys, and (according to the newspapers) doing many frantic and
atrocious acts, to reach the blessed sun and air, from which they have
been banned and barred.i had reached that climax, i say; i had dried my tears, and sat still,
with clenched hands, some wild plan of escape arranging itself in my
brain, when the door suddenly opened, and mrs.roberts reappeared.oh, youre awake, are you? ill call the doctor; hes got through
setting mr.rutledges arm, and was just going.i hurriedly pushed the hair from my flushed face, and tried to look
composed as the doctor entered with mrs.roberts, and followed soon by
mr.rutledge, who came, he said, to get the doctors directions, and to
see if mrs.roberts was doing everything for me that i required.the
doctor sat down by me, and taking hold of my wrist, asked me if i felt
better for my sleep.mr.rutledge, looking at me, said, not much sleep, i am afraid.how is
it?
i pressed my lips very tight together to keep from crying, and shook my
head.mrs.roberts, who did not probably notice the gesture, said, oh,
yes, shes slept nicely for threequarters of an hour.then she and the doctor talked about me as if i were in the next room,
and no way interested in the affair.after many directions given and
received, and many injunctions and much emphasis, the doctor rose to go,
saying that he should not be able to come again until the day after
tomorrow (unless, of course, i should be taken with any unexpected
symptoms); in the mean time he hoped he left me in safe hands (with a
look direct at mrs.roberts).mr.rutledge smothered a smile,
accompanied him to the door, and parted from him very courteously, then
returned to me.he hoped, he said, that i did not mind trusting myself
to him during the doctors absence, and mrs.roberts would, he knew,
take as good care of me as the doctor himself could.he then went on to
say that he had telegraphed my aunt last evening to prevent her feeling
any alarm on hearing of the accident, and that he had written to her
more fully by mail today, telling her of my improvement, and assuring
her that it would not be necessary for her to come on, as i could have
every care here.in two or three weeks, he continued, i trust you will be perfectly
well and entirely fit to travel.two or three weeks! the thought was too dreadful and bursting into
tears, i exclaimed:
i am well enough to go now! i had rather go home with the doctor!
mr.rutledge was silent for a moment, then sitting down beside me, in
the doctors vacated seat, said, as if he were speaking to a very little
child:
you are not well enough to start now; it might do you a great deal of
harm.possibly you may be able to go much sooner than the doctor thinks;
only be patient a day or two, and depend upon it, i will let you go the
very minute you can bear it.i shook my head and sobbed convulsively.my dear little girl, he said, you are too nervous now to be
reasonable, but you must try and be quiet and not cry, for that is the
very worst thing for you, and will keep you here longer than anything
else.your head aches, doesnt it?
yes, dreadfully, i sobbed.well, the more you cry, the more it will ache, and the more it aches,
the more fever you will have, and that is just what you must get rid of
before you can be fit to start for home.you will feel very differently,
i assure you, tomorrow morning, after you have had a good nights
sleep.i cant sleep! i exclaimed.oh yes, you can! the doctor has left you some powders that will make
that all right, and i will give you one now.he mixed it in a glass that mrs.roberts had brought for the purpose,
and i drank it, then followed his advice and lay my hot and throbbing
head on the pillow.he sat down again, and continued, speaking
soothingly, and in a manly, kind voice, still as if i were about eight
years old