They had always considered this rather
a clever trick for a little dog, and Sister could not find it in
her heart to scold him even now.
"I suppose he didn't know Muriel Elsie was there," she said
sorrowfully. "I had a cushion over her so she couldn't take cold.
Where did you put her, Molly?"
Molly brought out the box with the unfortunate Muriel Elsie in it.
Only her pretty face was damaged and that was badly chipped.
Besides her whole head wobbled on her body.
Sister began to cry.
"Maybe Ralph can mend her," she sobbed. "My poor little Muriel
Elsie! And we were playing she was sick, too."
"Yes, I guess Ralph can mend her," said Brother bravely. "He can
mend lots of things. And you have all the pieces."
Sister took the box under her arm and went down to the gate to
wait for Ralph, who was expected home on an early train.
"Well, I s'pose we might as well eat the pills," suggested
Brother. "Muriel Elsie's certainly too sick for pills--she needs--
operating on!"
So they ate the pills while they were waiting for Ralph, and they
gave Brownie some, too. As Sister said he didn't mean to break the
doll and he probably felt the way she did when she found she had
knocked over Jimmie's case of butterflies.
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