via, there is only one bedroom, with one small bed in it, without
sheets. Where can we put poor Rupert?"

"On that bed, of course; and if there are no sheets, we have some among
our luggage, for remember we brought the best of Aunt Judith's house
linen with us, and I know where it was packed. Come along, Nealie, and
let us hustle things a bit, and then we will have Rupert quite
comfortable by the time Father comes home. That dirty woman who unlocked
the door says she thinks he must have gone out Pig Hill way, wherever
that may be."

There was no withstanding Sylvia when her mood was like this, and Nealie
knew only too well that Rupert must be attended to without delay, so she
followed her sister back to the wagon, where Rumple, Don, and Billykins
were already hard at work unpacking the baggage which had been loaded on
to the rack at the back of the wagon; and when this was all cleared away
they let the backboard down. Then, while Nealie and Sylvia stood on the
ground, Rumple and Don managed to lift Rupert into their arms, and with
much difficulty they contrived to carry him through the garden patch
into the house.

He had left off shouting and talking now, and seemed almost in a state
of collapse, a condition that frightened Nealie far more than his
delirium had done. There was no time just at first to look in the
baggage for the sheets which had belonged to Aunt Judith, so they
straightened the rugs on the hard mattress, and laid their brother down.

"It is a beautifully clean bed anyhow, and on the whole I think that
clean rugs are better than fusty sheets; but of course a doctor would
have his things clean," remarked Sylvia, as she patted the pillow into a
more shapely lump and laid it under the head of poor Rupert.

"I am going to make a fire, and warm him a little milk; perhaps he will
like it better if it is warm, and he has only had cold things all day,"
said Nealie, and then resolutely turned her back on the four juniors,
who were so hard at work unpacking the wagon and bringing the boxes,
bundles, and cases into the house.

Rockefeller had been unharnessed and turned into the doctor's paddock,
which stretched away from the back of the house up to a line of hills
thickly wooded. The horse was rolling with all four legs in the air,
uttering equine squeals of delight, as if rejoicing in the fact of the
long journey being safely accomplished. Ducky, tired of helping to
unload, had perched herself on the top b