"Bad medicine gone now. Oh, the
pretty flowers!" and she counted on her fingers the rosebuds on
Honey-Sweet's hat: "One, two, free, five, seben, leben, hundred beauty
flowers."
Mrs. Callahan was, as she said, 'flustered.' Her thread snarled and
snapped as she sewed on buttons. "Doctor was here after you left
yestiddy," she said. "You'd 'a' thought he'd been at that window peekin'
in. He didn't believe me at all when I told him Lois was takin' her
medicine reg'lar. He says she's gettin' worse every day since Choosday,
and if she don't take her medicine reg'lar, he can't do her no good. She
took it two--three times after you left with me a-tellin' her 'bout that
beauteous doll that was comin' to-morrow. But she's little and to-morrow
looked slow in comin', so after 'while when I'd hold out the spoon,
she'd just shake her head and say, 'No, no, no! Mammy tellin' story!
Sweet Honey ain't comin'.'"
"It is as I told you it would be, Mrs. Callahan," said Miss Margery.
"Your child doesn't trust you. You have told her falsehoods and now she
doesn't believe you."
"Ain't it smart of her to take that much notice and she so little!" said
Mrs. Callahan, admiringly.
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