No telling what these foolish Southerners will do, she said to herself, when a woman is to be looked after,--but she said nothing of all this to Ruth.
When the carriage stopped and Ruth with a spring leaped from her seat and bounded upstairs to her father's bedside, Miss Felicia holding Jack's hand, her eyes reading the boy's face, turned and said to Peter: "Now you take him home where he belongs and put him to bed; and don't you let him get up until I see him.

No--" she continued in a more decided tone, in answer to Jack's protest--"I won't have it.

You go to bed just as I tell you--you can hardly stand now." "Perhaps I had better, Miss Felicia.

I am a little shaky," replied Jack, in a faint voice, and the carriage kept on its way to Mrs.Hicks's leaving the good lady on MacFarlane's porch.
MacFarlane was asleep when Ruth, trembling with excitement, reached the house.

Outside the sick room, lighted by a single taper, she met the nurse whose few hurried words, spoken with authority, calmed her, as Jack had been unable to do, and reassured her mind.