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"I should think that he would be glad to do it, for then he will get rid of us, don't you see? And he is always grumbling about our being such a dreadful expense." "Mr. Runciman is horrid!" burst out Ducky, giving Nealie another hug. "I just hate him when he says nasty things to you, Nealie."
It was at this moment that Nealie came hurrying to the door, and, sweeping the others to the right and left to make way for her, stood in front of the man, her face white as the handkerchief she held in her hand, while her breath came in troubled gasps as if she had been running until she was spent. "Whom did you say that you were?" she demanded, her voice having a sharp, dictatorial ring.
Rupert had experienced such relief from the fomentations that he lay in a quiet sleep, and Nealie, with her head on the pillow at his side, slumbered also; but the doctor had gone to the outer room, and was very busy looking up his case book and trying to make up his mind whether he dared leave his patients long enough to go with Nealie to find her father.
Puffin, a lean little widow of mouldy aspect, opened the door to let them in and exclaimed loudly to see how damp they were. "Now you will all be catching colds, and I shall have to nurse you," she said in a woebegone tone, as she felt them all round. "If you must go out in the wet in this fashion, why can't you take umbrellas?" "Because we haven't got them," answered Nealie, with a laugh.
"Did you see that man with one arm, who passed us just now and spoke to me?" said Mr. Wallis, joining Nealie and walking by her side. "Yes, I saw him," she replied, her voice rather fainter than usual, while some of the fine colour died out of her cheeks. "His is a most interesting and unusual case," went on Mr. Wallis.
What a pity we cannot stay here!" said Sylvia regretfully; the heat had made her lazy, and it did not seem worth while to go farther and to fare worse when they had such a lovely spot to rest in. "We ought to do twenty miles a day at the very least, and we have not done more than ten as yet, so we must push on a little farther," replied Nealie, standing up and stretching her arms above her head.
Runciman could daunt, although he was quite sufficiently formidable at close quarters to make any ordinary person afraid. Rupert and Rumple cleaned the boots, while Nealie and Sylvia got breakfast ready, the three juniors having to make themselves useful in any direction where help was most needed. They had all learned to wait on themselves during the long illness of Aunt Judith, for Mrs.
Rupert and Rumple have got the brains, but there is practical perseverance in us " The small boy came to a sudden pause, for Sylvia, fearing what he might say next, had dragged him into the background, leaving Nealie to speak.
"Hullo, look at that smoke yonder; is it a bush fire, I wonder, or is it possible they have been having a big blaze at Latimer?" said the doctor, pointing with his whip to the crest of a long hill up which the track wound its dusty way. "Are we near to Latimer?" asked Nealie in a languid tone. "I think we ought to be by this time, unless we have come wrong. But what a hill!
As it was, it would be the naked truth which they would have to face, and it was the fear that perhaps he would wish they had not come that made Nealie feel so nervous, as she led Rocky along the few remaining yards of that very bad stretch of road leading to the doctor's house. Sylvia had left Rupert for a few minutes and was hanging out of the front of the wagon.
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