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"Phyllie," he said, sitting up in bed and waving the poor bandaged hand with delight shining from under the bandage above his eyes, "you go a running and git that book as fast as you kin. I will promise to lie right still and listen all day and all night forever. Hurry!"
"Will you always go with me to tell me how the folks and sores and blood and things look, Phyllie, so I kin give the right medicine?" he asked, curling his fingers around mine in a still tighter grasp. "Yes, I will, indeed I will," I answered, with words that pushed their way from my heart. And just then Tony came in with Pink, in such a dejected manner that I hardly knew them.
"Has it got to be this way always, Phyllie you giving and me taking?" His hand tightened on hers ever so slightly, and a spasm of pain shot across her face. He looked at the burned fingers again tenderly. "Does it hurt pretty bad, girl?" "I wish it was ten times as bad!" she broke out, with a sob. "You saved Phil's life at the risk of your own.
I went, soiled dress and crying eyes and hair all rumpled and mussed with the excitement. "Phyllie," said Lovelace Peyton, who was sitting up in bed defying them all, "I ain't a-going to let that doctor touch me 'thout you stand right here and tell me how it all looks just as he does it. Don't leave out any bleed that comes, or any blue flesh or nerves or nothing.
I looked at my watch to see if we would be in time for supper. It was five-thirty." "And the robbery was at three. The fellows didn't get out of town till close to three-thirty, I reckon," he mused aloud. "What has that got to do with it? You don't mean that " She stopped with parted lips and eyes dilating. He shook his head. "I've got no right to mean that, Phyllie.
Slim laughed in kindly derision, and declared before he went out: "I expect you would spell his name B-r-i-double l. Don't forget to invite me to the wedding, Phyllie. Meanwhile I'll be mum as a clam till you say the word." With which he jingled away. The door was scarce closed before the girl turned on Keller. "There! You see. They may catch you any moment." "Will you ask Yeager?"
For a minute I reeled, and I do believe I would have learned what fainting meant the same day I learned crying, if those little fingers hadn't held on to me tight while the doctor gave just a whiff of chloroform to ease the twitching nerves. He had been obliged to do the operation without it, but risked just the whiff. "Don't the chloroform smell good, Phyllie?"
"I'm grateful for this indorsement, sir," she murmured with mock humility. "Do I understand that Keller has made his getaway?" Jim Yeager asked. "He sure has clean as a whistle." "Then you idiots want to be plumb grateful to Phyllie. He ain't any more a rustler than I am. If you had hanged him you would have hanged an innocent man." "Prove it," cried Healy. Jim looked at him quietly.
"Why don't folks write in books what diseases other folks have got, Phyllie?" he asked fretfully when I told him about Tiny Tim and the "Christmas Carol." "Do you reckon that little boy had rheumatiz and didn't know any plaster for it?" I am really reverently thankful for the idea that popped into my sorely troubled head at that moment.
It was clear the young postmistress reigned a queen among the younger ones, but a queen that deigned to friendship with her subjects. Some of them called her Miss Sanderson, one or two of them Phyllie. Among these last was Healy, who appeared on very good terms with her indeed.
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