Callahan.
"The doctor was here this noon and he says she's better and if she takes
her medicine reg'lar and keeps on the mend till Sadday he thinks she'll
be all right. I hope she'll take it. She does every time for that doll."
And the worried mother looked anxiously at Anne.
"I reckon I'll have to spare Honey-Sweet till Saturday," said Anne, with
an effort. She missed her pet and the Callahan family was so big and so
careless! "Please, Mrs. Callahan, be careful with her every minute. I
love her so very dearly."
"Bless your heart, I wouldn't have harm come to her for the world. There
she sits like a queen on her throne, and ain't took down but by my own
hands with the medicine bottle. I've told the kids I'll skin 'em alive
if they put finger on her."
Saturday morning brought Peggy to see Anne,--a sad Peggy with downcast
eyes and red nose and croaking voice.
"You've a bad cold, Peggy, haven't you?" said Miss Dorcas.
Peggy nodded. "Yessum, lady. Terrible bad. Maybe so I'll have the
pneumony, like Lois, and maybe so I'll die."
"Oh, I hope not!" exclaimed Anne who had hastened out when she heard
Peggy. She hoped Honey-Sweet was in that bundle--though she knew it was
too small.
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