“It would be very bad for you, dear, if you got a cold in that tooth——”
“But I will leave it at home,” pleaded Loveday eagerly, “on the mantelpiece, and wrapped up.”
“I did not mean the tooth itself, you monkey; I meant the place where it came out from.”
“I’ll keep my mouth shut as tight as tight can be, and put my handkerchief up to hold it all the time.”
“I should think if she had a shawl round her face she would not take cold,” said Priscilla, with the old-fashioned motherly air she wore sometimes.
“Very well, let Miss Persistency come,” said Dr. Carlyon, laughing, “only Nurse had better take some of that paint off her face first, or the people in Lantig will think I am bringing a wild Indian to the village.”
Loveday shrieked with delight.
“Oh, I wish they would!” she cried, jumping about with excitement. “Then I’d scream and growl and frighten them so, they would all run away from me, and—and——”
“If you scream you will get the cold air in that sore gum of yours,” said the doctor warningly, “and then we shall have you screaming on the other side of your mouth.”
Loveday stood for a moment thinking very seriously, and moving her mouth from side to side.