THE DENTIST
I. Why Ruth Was Afraid
“Oh, dear!” sobbed Ruth. “O—h, dear!” She was sitting in her little rocking-chair in the living-room.
“Why, what’s the matter?” asked Wallace, coming in to look for his books. “Are you hurt?”
“No;” Ruth shook her head.
“Well, then, what is it?”
“Oh, Wallace, I am so afraid I’m going to be hurt. Mother says there is a dark spot on one of my teeth. She is getting ready to take me to Doctor Harrison’s. I have never had a tooth filled.”