There on the brick floor lay the distressful man, already struggling back out of epilepsy, while his little frightened son sat manfully beside him.
"Towels, and hot water, Biddy!" With extraordinary calm rapidity the small creature brought what might have been two towels, a basin, and the kettle; and in silence she and Tod steeped his forehead.
"Eyes look better, Biddy ?" "He don't look so funny now, sir." Picking up that form, almost as big as his own, Tod carried it up impossibly narrow stairs and laid it on a dishevelled bed.
"Phew! Open the window, Biddy." The small creature opened what there was of window.
"Now, go down and heat two bricks and wrap them in something, and bring them up." Tryst's boots and socks removed, Tod rubbed the large, warped feet.
While doing this he whistled, and the little boy crept up-stairs and squatted in the doorway, to watch and listen.

The morning air overcame with its sweetness the natural odor of that small room, and a bird or two went flirting past.

The small creature came back with the bricks, wrapped in petticoats of her own, and, placing them against the soles of her father's feet, she stood gazing at Tod, for all the world like a little mother dog with puppies.
"You can't go to school to-day, Biddy." "Is Susie and Billy to go ?" "Yes; there's nothing to be frightened of now.

He'll be nearly all right by evening.

But some one shall stay with you." At this moment Tryst lifted his hand, and the small creature went and stood beside him, listening to the whispering that emerged from his thick lips.
"Father says I'm to thank you, please." "Yes.