CHAPTER XIX. JOHN BROOKE
“ Wake up, Demi, dear! I want you.”
“ Why, I've just gone to bed; it can't be morning yet;” and Demi blinked like a little owl as he waked from his first sound sleep.
“ It's only ten, but your father is ill, and we must go to him. O my little John! my poor little John!” and Aunt Jo laid her head down on the pillow with a sob that scared sleep from Demi's eyes and filled his heart with fear and wonder; for he dimly felt why Aunt Jo called him “John,” and wept over him as if some loss had come that left him poor. He clung to her without a word, and in a minute she was quite steady again, and said, with a tender kiss as she saw his troubled face,
“ We are going to say good-by to him, my darling, and there is no time to lose; so dress quickly and come to me i
