"Don't fret, Dexie, dear!" and he fondly stroked the head so near him.
"I am likely to live for months, and you are such a capital little nurse
that it will not be such a hardship to spend the rest of my life on my
back."
Yes, that was the verdict. Mr. Sherwood could never hope to walk again or
be a well man; but he would probably live for some time, his splendid
constitution being in his favor.
This was hard news for the family; but they had feared the worst, and so
felt thankful for the extended time that might intervene before the end
would come.
Mrs. Sherwood engaged the assistance of Mrs. Jarvis, an excellent nurse, to
attend on her husband; and as Dexie shared the nursing and relieved Mrs.
Jarvis, Mrs. Sherwood considered she had done her duty well and faithfully.
She did not feel strong enough to do very much of the laborious part of
nursing, but she was willing to make her appearance in the sick-room when
the patient was at his best. She had been present once when her husband had
been seized with a paroxysm of pain, and was so terrified and overcome that
she felt more than willing to leave her husband to the care of those who
were "so hard-hearted that they could witness such suffering," and still be
able to administer the necessary relief.
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