"A good idea," said Mrs. Stout. "I guess that most of us women know enough about men to make believe."
"That's so," added Mrs. Jones, "such things have been done, I don't see what harm it would do."
"But the costuming," said Mrs. Tweedie, "how would that be arranged?"
"Put a sign, 'this is a man,' on the ones that have men's parts," suggested Mrs. Stout. A ring at the door quickly stopped the titter caused by Mrs. Stout's suggestion. Mrs. Jones excused herself and left the room. Again perfect silence reigned.
"Mother wants the doctor right off," they heard a boy say. "The baby's broke out all over."
"I'll tell him just as soon as he returns," replied Mrs. Jones.
"Measles," said Mrs. Stout in a loud whisper, "what a time we are havin'."
"It was Sammy Dobbins," explained Mrs. Jones, when she returned. "That's the way I have to run all day; first the telephone, and then the door-bell."
"It must be very trying," said Mrs. Tweedie, sympathetically.