“Then you and Nan are to do whatever I tell you,” with an accent on the “whatever.”
“Yes,” said Nan, with hearty seriousness. Harry merely nodded his head, as if not quite willing to commit himself by an audible “yes.” He looked as though he foresaw some unpleasant possibilities in Regie's “whatever.”
“If you think of anything you'd like to have,” Nan farther explained, “why, Harry or I will run and get it—and things like that you know.”
“My! but that'll be fun for me,” said Regie.
“Of course it will,” Nan replied; “that's why we thought of it, because there's a great many kinds of fun you'll have to do without while you must lie so still. Will it be for very long, Regie?” she asked, wistfully.
“Pretty long, I guess,” answered Regie, with an honest little sigh.
“It was Nan that made it up,” said Harry, whose thoughts had a trick of following their own bent independent of other people's; “I don't know as I'm going to like it.”
“Like what?” queried Regie, with a puzzled frown.
“Why, the being ordered about.''
“Oh, I'll be easy on the body-guard,” laughed Regie.