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"Good boy, Barry," he said once, with an understanding look and an
answering smile. "Don't try too hard, my boy."
"It's all right, dad. I assure you it's all right. You know it is."
"I know, I know, my boy," he said, and fell asleep again.
As the midnight hour drew on, Barry's head, from sheer weariness, sunk
upon his breast. In his sleep he became aware of some one near him. He
sat up, dazed and stupid from his exhaustion and his grief, and found a
nurse at his side.
"Take this," she said softly. "You will need it." She set a tray at his
side.
"Oh, thank you, no!" he said. "I can't eat. I can't touch anything."
"You need it," said the nurse. "You must take it, for his sake, you
know. He will need you."
Her voice aroused him. He glanced at her face.
"Oh, it's you!" he cried.
It was the little V. A. D.
"Don't rise," she said, putting her hand on his shoulder, and pointing
to his father. "Drink this first." She handed him an eggnog. "Now
take your tea." There was a quiet authority about her that compelled
obedience.


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