At last he had been restored to consciousness and was resting quietly, watched over by the doctor and a hastily summoned nurse. Janet, after a quick consultation with Eden, and afterward with the cook and the chambermaid, hastily transformed the servants' dining room into a comfortable hospital bedroom. Willing, skillful hands helped, the table and most of the chairs vanished as if by magic, a comfortable iron bed from an upstairs servant's bedroom was brought down, and in no time Tabor was tenderly transferred to the other bed, where he promptly fell asleep. "Bless his heart, he'll sleep comfortable now," meditated Janet, speaking half to Eden, half to the cook who stood near, brushing the tears away. "He wouldna have been happy in the big dining room. He would juist have got richt oop so soon as he kenned whar he was an' whisked awa' tae his ain room. Thet's Tabor. He would niver presoom. But here, he'd feel at hame, an' not thenk he was presoomin' or puttin' aebody oot.
