"
"And that, I fear, means my little Armine. Yes, I will do as you
tell me. But what can be done for Jock?-—poor Jock who thinks he
needs me most. And perhaps he does. You know best, though, Dr.
Medlicott, and you shall settle it."
"That is a wise nurse," said he, kindly; "I wish I could take your
place myself, but I must be with the little fellow myself; and I am
afraid we can only leave his brother to your nephew for this one
night. Should you be afraid to be sole nurse?" he added, as Johnny
came to Armine's door.
"I think I know what to do, if Jock can stand having me," said
Johnny, stoutly, as soon as he understood the question.
"Mother!" just then shouted Jock, and as Johnny obeyed the call, he
began-—"I want my head higher-—no-—I say not you-—Mother Carey!"
"She is busy with the doctor."
"Can't she come and do this? No, I say," and he threw the nearest
thing at hand at him.
"Come," said Cecil, "I'm glad you can do such things as that."
But Jock gave a cry of pain, and protested that it was all John's
fault for making him hurt himself instead of fetching mother.
"You had better let me lift you," said John, "you know she is tired,
and I _really_ am stronger."
"No, you shan't touch me-—a great clumsy lout."
In the midst of these amenities, the doctor appeared, and Jock looked
slightly ashamed, especially when the doctor, instead of doing what
was wanted, directed John where to put an arm, and how to give
support, while moving the pillow, adding that he was a handy fellow,
more so than many a pupil after half a year's training at the
hospital, and smiling down Jock's growls and groans, which were as
much from displeasure as from pain.
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