Part 28 (2/2)
I saw that Miss Warren was looking at me with an expression that was full of kind, regretful interest; but with the perversity of a child that should have been shaken, I replied, recklessly:
”I've taken cold, I fear. I sat on the piazza like an owl last night, and I learned that an owl would have been equally useful there. I fear I'm going to be ill, Mrs. Yocomb, and I think I had better make a precipitate retreat to my den in New York.”
”Who'll take care of thee in thy den?” she asked, with a smile that would have disarmed cynicism itself.
”Oh, they can spare a devil from the office occasionally,” I said carelessly; but I felt that my remark was brutal. In answer to her look of pained surprise I added, ”Pardon me that I used the vile slang of the shop; I meant one of the boys employed in the printing-rooms. Mrs.
Yocomb, I have now satisfied you that I'm too much of a bear to deserve any gentler nurse. I truly think I had better return to town at once.
I've never been very ill, and have no idea how to behave. It's already clear that I wouldn't prove a meek and interesting patient, and I don't want to lose your good opinion.”
”Richard Morton, if thee should leave us now I should feel hurt beyond measure. Thee's not thyself or thee wouldn't think of it.”
”Richard Morton, thee cannot go,” said Mr. Yocomb in his hearty way.
”If thee knew mother as I do, thee'd give right in. I don't often put my foot down, but when I do, it's like old South Mountain there. Ah, here comes the doctor. Doctor Bates, if thee doesn't prescribe several weeks of quiet life in this old farmhouse for Friend Morton, I'll start right off to find a doctor who will.”
”Please stay, and I'll gather wild strawberries for thee,” said Adah, in a low tone. She had stolen close to my side, and still had the wistful, intent look of a child.
”You might do worse,” Doctor Bates remarked.
”You'll never make him believe that,” laughed Miss Warren, who evidently believed in tonic treatment and counter-irritants. ”He would much prefer sultry New York and an imp from the printing-rooms.”
”Thee may drive Dapple all thee wishes if thee'll only stay,” said Reuben, his round, boyish face shadowed with unwonted anxiety.
We were standing in the hallway, and Zillah heard our talk, for her little figure came tottering out of the parlor in her trailing wrapper, and her eyes were full of tears.
”Richard Morton, if thee doesn't stay I'll cry myself sick.”
I caught her up in my arms and carried her back to the sofa, and I whispered in her ear:
”I'll stay, Zillah; I'll do anything for you.”
The child clapped her hands gleefully as she exclaimed:
”Now I've got thee. He's promised me to stay, mother.”
”Yes,” said the physician, after feeling my pulse, ”you certainly must, and you ought to be in bed this moment. Your pulse indicates a very high fever. What's more, you seem badly run down. I shall put you under active treatment at once; that is, if you'll trust me.”
”Go ahead, doctor,” I said, ”and get me through one way or the other before very long. Because these friends are so good and kind is no reason why I should become a burden to them,” and I sank down on the sofa in the hall.
”Thee'll do us a great wrong if thee ever thinks that, Richard Morton,”
said Mrs. Yocomb earnestly. ”Adah, thee see that his room is ready. I'm going to take thee in hand myself;” and she bustled off to the kitchen.
”You couldn't be in better hands, Mr. Morton,” said the physician; ”and Mrs. Yocomb can do more for you than I can. I'll try and help a little, however, and will prescribe for you after I've seen Zillah;” and he and Mr. Yocomb went into the parlor, while Reuben, with a triumphant chuckle, started for the barn.
Now that I was alone for a moment, Miss Warren, who had been standing in the doorway, and a little aloof, came to me, and her face was full of trouble as she said hurriedly, in a low tone:
”I fear I'm to blame for this. You'll never know how sorry I am. I _do_ owe you so much! Please get well quickly or I'll--” and she hesitated.
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