Brother and Sister hurried home and on the way over they changed
to the Doctor and Muriel Elsie's worried mamma. They had been so
interested in watching Grandmother Hastings make the pills that
they had almost forgotten that they were playing.
They had left the patient in the porch swing--Sister said it was
important to keep her in the fresh air--but when they went to take
her up and give her a pill, she wasn't to be found.
"Perhaps Louise did something to her," decided Sister.
But Louise, questioned, declared she had not seen the doll.
"Is it Muriel Elsie you're looking for?" asked Molly, her head
tied up in a sweep cap and a broom on her shoulder as she prepared
to sweep the upstairs hall. "Why, I found her half an hour ago on
the porch floor, her face all cracked into little chips."
"Muriel Elsie all chipped?" repeated Sister in wonder. "Why, she's
my very best doll!"
"'Twas that imp of a Brownie did it," related Molly. "I was coming
out to sweep the porch off, and he raced on ahead and went to
jerking the cushions out of the hammock. First thing I knew there
was a crash, and the doll was smashed on the floor. I saved you
the pieces, Sister."
Brownie had a trick, the children knew, of snatching the sofa and
swing cushions and flinging them on the floor whenever he thought
anyone was ready to sleep.
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