“Don't drive so fast, John, the day is too glorious.”
Yellow butterflies flitted hither and thither down the road; the corn in the fields was turning brown and out from among it peeped here and there a pumpkin; the trees in apple orchards were bending low with their rosy and golden treasures. They passed a pool of water and saw reflected there the purple asters blooming above it. By and by the doctor turned down a grassy road leading up to a farmhouse a short distance away. “Are you to make another call today?” asked his wife.
“Yes, there is a very sick child here.”
When he had gone inside three or four children came out. A curly-headed little girl edged close and looked up into Mary's face.
“Miss' Blank, you know where Mr. Blank got our baby, don't you?”
Mary, smiling down at the little questioner, said, “The doctor didn't tell me anything about it.” The little faces looked surprised and disappointed.
“We thought you'd know an' we come out to ask you,” said another little girl. “You make all the babies' dresses, don't you?”
“Dear me, no indeed!” laughed the doctor's wife.
“Does he keep all the babies at your house?” asked the little boy.
“I think not. I never see them there.”