"Oh, Grandma!" and Sister fell over the Boston fern in her
eagerness to explain the play. "Grandma, Muriel Elsie is ever so
sick, and Roddy is the doctor; and we have to go to the drugstore
to get medicine for her. Have you any? You have, haven't you,
Grandma?"
"Dear me," said Grandmother Hastings, adjusting her glasses.
"Muriel Elsie is very ill, is she? Well, now, what kind of
medicine do you think she needs?"
"Muriel Elsie likes medicine that tastes good," explained Sister.
"Well, I must put on my thinking-cap," said dear Grandmother
Hastings. "I didn't know I was keeping a 'drug store' till this
minute, you see."
The children were as quiet as two little mice, so that Grandmother
might think better.
"I know!" she cried in a moment. "I think I have the very thing!
Come on out in the kitchen with me."
They pattered after her and watched while she lifted down a large
pasteboard box from a cupboard. From this box she took several
tiny round boxes, such as druggists use for pills.
"I think Muriel Elsie needs two kinds of medicine," said
Grandmother gravely. "Now if you want to watch me put it up,
there's nothing to hinder you."
Grandmother Hastings could play "pretend" beautifully, as Brother
and Sister often said.
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