Chip, of the Flying U by B. M. Bower
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page 103 of 174 (59%)
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"Oh, I will--I'll go myself, to make sure of him. Which one is Johnny?" "Johnny's the red-headed one," said Chip. "But--they're ALL--" "Yes, but his head is several shades redder than any of the others," interrupted he, quite cheerfully. The Little Doctor, observing the twinkle in his eyes, felt her spirits rise wonderfully. She could not bear that hurt, rebellious, lonely look which they had worn. "I'll bring him--but I may have to chloroform the Countess to get him into the house. You must try to sleep, while I'm gone--and don't fret-- will you? You'll get well all the quicker for taking things easily." Chip smiled faintly at this wholesome advice, and the Little Doctor laid her hand shyly upon his forehead to test its temperature, drew down the shade over the south window, and left him in dim, shadowy coolness to sleep. She came again before she started for Johnny, and found him wide awake and staring hungrily at the patch of blue sky visible through the window which faced the East. "You'll have to learn to obey orders better than this," she said, severely, and took quiet possession of his wrist. "I told you not to fret about being hurt. I know you hate it--" |
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