“I have a little rheumatiz, and sometimes a ‘stick’ in my back,” answered Dorothy.
“Your voice doesn’t sound natural, but perhaps it’s my ears. Does your throat trouble you?”
“Oh no!” said Dorothy, growing nervous. “I guess I better be going.”
“Going! Why you’ve just come.”
But Dorothy hurried away, rather quickly for an old lady.
“Well I never!” muttered Mrs. Johns. “She must be going out of her mind, she acted so queer. The rheumatiz must be in her brain. She walked too fast to have it in her legs.”
Grandma was surprised to see Dorothy coming into the house, dressed in her clothes. She couldn’t help smiling while Dorothy told her all about her call.
“And Grandma,” said Dorothy, “she didn’t find out that I was only myself, and not yourself at all!”
FIDO’S PUPPIES.
Fido was the proud mother of four puppies. They were born in a clothes basket. While they were very young they did not offer to leave their warm bed. They snuggled close to their mother, and when she went off for a walk they cuddled together.