I was in the carriage by this time, and Mr. McPherson was waiting to get in when Rena said again: “Remember and send if you want me. I am a pretty good nurse.”
“You?” Mr. McPherson said with a laugh. “You’d be no more good than a fly.”
“Try me and see,” Rena answered, looking up pleadingly at him as he took his seat beside me.
“All right,” he said. “Good-bye. Write to Irene to-night and tell her to keep a stiff upper lip. We’ll pull him through.”
Then Nixon started up the horses and I was on my way to the McPhersons as nurse to Reginald Travers.
CHAPTER XIX
REX AND RENA
He was very quiet when I entered the room, but his eyes bright with fever, were rolling restlessly around as if watching something. His face was red and his head hot when I put my hand upon it and asked how he felt. He manifested no surprise at seeing me, but made no direct reply to my question except to say:
“I wish it would go away; it troubles me! Can’t you drive it out? It came in at the window.”
“What is it?” I asked, and he replied:
“That eye keeps floating round and round, and once it settled on my pillow, and I brushed it off. Don’t you see it on the curtain over there staring at me?”