"What can I do?" she asked.
"Let us get the bath ready for Dickie again, and then you go down and fetch him, Cherry. Wrap this about him. He is awake; but I shall bathe him up here, for I think Meg has had enough excitement."
Cherry quickly understood, and in a few minutes all was ready, and she was standing by Meg's side asking Dickie if he would not like another warm bath.
"I'd rather stay 'ere," said Dickie; "but you'll let me come back, Cherry?"
"Oh, yes; only Mrs. Seymour has got such a lovely fire for yer, Dickie; and I'm goin' to try to carry yer up."
Meg added her word that it would be very nice; so Dickie allowed himself to be lifted out of bed.
"I 'tom back soon," he nodded, as he was borne towards the door.
"Yes, dear."
Then as Cherry went out, Jem came in from the other room, and sat down by his wife's side.
"Let me carry him, dear," said Mrs. Blunt's voice outside. "He's too heavy for you, and I was just a-goin' up."