And what's the use of
worritin' the doctor if she won't? It makes him so mad."
Lois, meanwhile, was having a happy time with Honey-Sweet. Anne showed
how her shoes came off and on and untied her cap to display her curls.
"Here's how she goes to sleep at night," she said. "I put her to bed by
me and I sing to her:--
'Honey, honey! Sweet, sweet, sweet!
Honey, honey! Honey-Sweet!'"
As she crooned the lullaby, Lois lisped it after her.
It grew late and Miss Dorcas rose to go.
"If you'll take your medicine to-night, like a little lady," said Anne,
"we will come back to see you to-morrow--Honey-Sweet and I. Mayn't we,
Cousin Dorcas?--Oh, oh! if you cry, we can't come! Will you promise to
take your medicine?"
"I take it now if pretty Honey stay," said Lois.
"No, no! it isn't time now. But if you take it at the right time, we'll
come back, and Honey-Sweet may lie on the pillow beside you."
The next afternoon, Anne brought Honey-Sweet, dressed in a blue muslin
frock and a new hat that Miss Margery had made of lace and rosebuds and
blue ribbon.
Lois's face beamed when she saw this finery. "Can I kiss her dwess?" she
asked, gulping down the bitter draught.
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