Expectant curiosity brought the children early to the playroom whither they found that the Health Master had preceded them.
“When’s it going to begin?” asked Bettina.
“Presently,” replied the master of ceremonies. “We’re going to pretend that this is Charley’s room. Just at present I’m busy with some work.” He shook a notebook at them. “Go ahead and amuse yourselves till I get through.”
Julia the observant noted three hues of crayon on the stand beside the doctor. “Are you going to make a sketch?” she inquired.
“Never you mind. You attend to your affairs and I’ll attend to mine.”
“Dr. Strong is a-goin’ to make a picture of a jerrum,” Bettina informed her favorite doll, Susan Nipper, imprinting a fervent kiss on the pet’s flattened face. “Come on an’ let’s read the paper.”
Dr. Strong made a note in his book, with a pencil.
“Want to play catch, Junkum?” suggested Bobs to his twin.
“All right,” said Julia, seizing upon a glove, while Bobs, in his rôle of pitcher, professionally moistened the ball.
Dr. Strong made another note.