"Oh, David, you little monkey! Listen to me: you weren't very polite to
Dr. King."
"O-o-o-o-o-o!" roared the bear.
"You should make him feel you were glad to see him."
"I wasn't," mumbled David.
"But you must have manners, dear little boy."
"I have," David defended himself, sitting up straight. "I have them in my head; but I only use them sometimes."
Upon which the disciplinarian collapsed; "You rogue!" she said; "come here, and I'll give you 'forty kisses'!"
David was instantly silent; he shrank away, lifting his shoulder against his cheek and looking at her shyly. "I won't, dear!" she reassured him, impetuously: "truly I won't."
But she said to herself she must remember to repeat the speech about manners to the doctor; it would make him laugh.
William laughed easily when he came to the Stuffed Animal House. Indeed, he had laughed when he went away from it, and stopped for a minute at Dr. Lavendar's to tell him that Mrs. Richie was just as anxious as anybody that Sam Wright should attend to his business. "Business!" said the doctor, "much she knows about it!" And then he added that he was sure she would do her part to influence the boy to be more industrious. "And you may depend on it, she won't allow any love-making," said William.