"Two spoonfuls!" said the Doctor, grimly. "That explains everything!"
"Oh, but I didn't want to take the last one," protested Gwendolyn, hastily, "—though it tasted good. She made me. She said if I didn't—"
"So!" exclaimed the Doctor, interrupting. "She frightened the poor little helpless thing in order to get obedience!"
"Gwendolyn!" whispered her mother. "She frightened you?"
The gray eyes smiled wisely. "It doesn't matter now," she said, a hint of triumph in her voice. "I've found out that P'licemen are nice. And so are—are Doctors"—she dimpled and nodded. "And all the bears in the world that are outside of cages are just Puffy Bears grown up." Then uncertainly, "But I didn't find out about—the other."
"What other?" asked her father, pausing in his walk.
The gray eyes were diamond-bright now. "Though I don't really believe it," she hastened to add. "But—do wicked men keep watch of this house."
"Wicked men?" Her mother suddenly straightened.
"Kidnapers."
This innocent statement had an unexpected effect. Again her father began to stride up and down angrily, while her mother, head drooping once more, began to weep.