“Say, Alice, how long before that’ll be done? It’s been boiling half an hour now,” remarked Bart.
“More hot water, please,” the girl requested of the clerk. “A little longer,” she added to her brother. “Then I’m going to bandage it and we can go.”
To give her credit Alice did bandage the sprained wrist quite well. She opened her first-aid book on the counter in front of her and followed a diagram showing how to fold the cloth. The druggist complimented her on her skill.
“This is my first big case,” said Alice with a smile. She was very much in earnest over it, however lightly the boys treated her ambition. “I hope I have some more soon.”
“Well, I hope it isn’t me,” said Lem.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” said Alice, looking a little offended.
“Oh, I didn’t mean that!” Lem hastened to add. “It feels ever so much better. I meant I hope I won’t get hurt again. The season is young yet and we’ve lots of games ahead of us.”
“Guess we’ll have to take Alice along to look after the wounded,” said Frank. “She’ll be the mascot.”
“Somebody was mascot to-day all right,” came from Bart. “We certainly were in luck. Stumpy, hereafter you’re the regular substitute pitcher. Sandy Merton can consider himself released.”
It was dusk when the little group left the drug store to go to their several homes.