"Father!" exclaimed the fond girl, as she bent over him and kissed his pale face, now slightly flushed with fever.
"I have been very ill," he added.
"You have, indeed; but you are better now; and I am so glad, mon père!"
"Ah, ma fille, you are a good girl! You have been by my side all night. It was selfish for me to wake you."
"No, no! It was not. I'm glad you did. I am so happy to find you better!"
"What ails me? I can't move my right arm, nor my right leg," asked André, struggling to raise his limbs. "There is no feeling in my right side."
"The doctor will come by and by, and tell you all about it."
"My head feels very strange," added the sufferer.
"I am sorry, mon père. What can I do?" said Maggie, tenderly.
"Give me some cold water."