“I’m sorry for Sammy,” observed Dot. “I think he’s a terrible int’resting boy.”
“You shouldn’t be interested in the boys,” declared prudish Tess.
“Huh! you wanted to come here to see how he was,” responded the smallest Corner House girl, shrewdly.
“But I don’t think of him as a boy. I’m just sorry for him ’cause he’s a human being,” declared Tess, loftily.
“Oh!”
“I’d be sorry for anybody who had scarlet fever.”
“Well,” Dot said, rather weary of the subject, “let’s go over to see Mabel Creamer. Now we’re out with our doll carriages, we ought to call somewhere.”
Tess agreed to this and the little girls wheeled their baby carriages around the corner to their next door neighbor’s, on the other side of the old Corner House.
The Creamer cottage seemed wonderfully quiet and deserted in appearance as they went in at the gate and pushed their doll carriages up to the side porch.
“Do you s’pose they’re all away?” worried Tess.