Cherry looked up. Did he guess from her eyes that she had already done so?
They soon found themselves in the accident ward, and in a moment were standing by a bed in which Cherry could recognize her father's form.
"I don't suppose it'ull be much use," said the nurse in a low tone; "he hasn't taken a bit of notice since he was brought in; the only word he says is 'Dickie,' and you don't either of you seem to be him."
Jem shook his head.
"May I speak to him?"
"Oh, yes; but you mustn't be disappointed if he don't notice."
She made a gesture which implied that he had not long to live, and then stood off at a little distance; while Cherry, at a sign from Jem, bent towards the bed and whispered, "Father!"
Jem took the child out of the chair and wrapped his arms round him pacing up and down the room with him on his breast.—p. 176.