Now she opened her shining white bread box
and took out a loaf of white bread and one of brown. She washed
her hands carefully at the sink, tied on a big white apron and
brought the sugar and cinnamon from the pantry.
"Oh, Grandma!" squeaked Brother in joyful excitement. "What are
you going to do?"
"Why, get some medicine ready for Muriel Elsie," answered his
grandmother, making believe to be surprised. "Didn't you want me
to?"
"Of course--don't mind him, Grandma," said Sister scornfully. "I'd
like to keep a drug store when I grow up."
Grandmother cut a slice of bread from the white loaf and buttered
it lightly. Then she sprinkled it with cinnamon and sugar, broke
off a little piece and rolled that into several tiny round balls.
They looked for all the world like real pills.
Then she cut a slice of brown bread and rolled that into little
pills, too. She filled four of the small boxes.
"There!' she said, giving the boxes to Brother. "See that your
patient takes a white pill and a brown one every two minutes and
she will soon be well."
"Thank you very much, Grandma," said Brother, standing up to go.
"Don't you want us to eat the trimmings?"
Grandmother laughed and said yes, they might eat the crusts, and
she gave them each a slice of the brown bread spread with nice,
sweet butter, too.
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