The doctor laughed—"Fortunately, no, I know of none nearer than a hospital."
"Oh, do they grow in hospitals?"
"Sometimes."
"Will you take me there and show them to me?"
"I don't believe you would be particularly pleased to see anyone with what Bill calls 'yaller janders.'"
"Why not?"
"Because it is not a very pleasant disease to gaze upon."
"Is it a sickness? Oh, I'm so disypointed. I fought they were flowers, and I was so glad the old grandfather had them. That's a dreffel disypointment," she added, after a moment's silence.
"But you have not told me about Bill," the doctor reminded her. "Where did you meet him—at a party?"