"Not dangerously hurt, I hope," cried Dick, his heart leaping into his mouth, for as we already know, his eccentric old uncle was very dear to him.
"Yes, he is seriously hurt, Dick. He was struck in the head, and a fever has set in."
"Can I see him?"
"Not yet. The doctor says he must be kept very quiet."
"But he will recover, aunt?"
"I—I hope so, Dick. Oh, it was dreadful!" And the tears rolled down the woman's pale face.
"I'm so sorry for you!" he exclaimed, brushing the tears away with his handkerchief. "So sorry. Where is father?"
"Up in the bedroom in the wing of the house."
"I can see him, can't I?"
"Oh, yes."