"I wonder who really did put the tar on her porch?" murmured
Brother. "She'll always think we did it, unless someone tells her
something else."
CHAPTER XIX
A VERY SICK DOLL
"Madam," declared Brother seriously, "your child
is very ill, I fear!"
He was the "doctor" and had been called to attend Muriel Elsie,
Sister's best and largest doll. The children had started this new
game one day.
"Oh, Doctor!" fluttered Sister, much worried. "Can't you give her
something?"
The doctor sat down on the window-seat and considered.
"You ate all the peppermints up," he told Muriel Elsie's "mother."
Then he went on: "And Louise hid the box of chocolates. No, I
don't believe I can give her any medicines."
"Yes, you can," urged the little mother, hurriedly. "Go to the
drug store; that's where Doctor Yarrow gets all his pills and
things."
"Where--where is the drugstore?" stammered the doctor.
He was used to having Sister tell him. She usually planned their
games.
"Why, it's--it's--" Sister looked about her desperately. Where
should she say the drugstore was? "I know," she cried. "Over to
Grandma's--hurry!"
Grandmother Hastings glanced up from her sewing in surprise as
Brother and Sister tumbled up the steps of the side porch where
she sat.
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