On the third day, while Harry was in the stable, a tap came at the door, and Governor Grant came in.
I wouldnt go to the house, my boy, he said, but I want to know how your father is.
He is very bad, said Harry, he cant be much worse; they call it bronchitis; the doctor thinks it will turn one way or another to-night.
Thats bad, very bad, said Grant, shaking his head; I know two men who died of that last week; it takes em off in no time; but while theres life theres hope, so you must keep up your spirits.
Yes, said Harry quickly, and the doctor said that father had a better chance than most men, because he didnt drink. He said yesterday the fever was so high that if father had been a drinking man it would have burned him up like a piece of paper; but I believe he thinks he will get over it; dont you think he will, Mr. Grant?
The governor looked puzzled.
If theres any rule that good men should get over these things, Im sure he will, my boy; hes the best man I know. Ill look in early to-morrow.
Early next morning he was there.
Well? said he.
Father is better, said Harry. Mother hopes he will get over it.
Thank God! said the governor, and now you must keep him warm, and keep his mind easy, and that brings me to the horses; you see Jack will be all the better for the rest of a week or two in a warm stable, and you can easily take him a turn up and down the street to stretch his legs; but this young one, if he does not get work, he will soon be all up on end, as you may say, and will be rather too much for you; and when he does go out therell be an accident.
It is like that now, said Harry. I have kept him short of corn, but hes so full of spirit I dont know what to do with him.
Just so, said Grant. Now look here, will you tell your mother that if she is agreeable I will come for him every day till something is arranged, and take him for a good spell of work, and whatever he earns, Ill bring your mother half of it, and that will help with the horses feed. Your father is in a good club, I know, but that wont keep the horses, and theyll be eating their heads off all this time; Ill come at noon and hear what she says, and without waiting for Harrys thanks he was gone.
At noon I think he went and saw Polly, for he and Harry came to the stable together, harnessed Hotspur, and took him out.
For a week or more he came for Hotspur, and when Harry thanked him or said anything about his kindness, he laughed it off, saying it was all good luck for him, for his horses were wanting a little rest which they would not otherwise have had.
Jerry grew better steadily, but the doctor said that he must never go back to the cab work again if he wished to be an old man. The children had many consultations together about what father and mother would do, and how they could help to earn money.
One afternoon Hotspur was brought in very wet and dirty.
The streets are nothing but slush, said the governor; it will give you a good warming, my boy, to get him clean and dry.
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