THE STRANGE RIDE.
The next summer Flaxie had a baby brother named Philip Lally Gray. Flaxie said he was "as good as any of the rest of the family, and lots better."
She loved him dearly; and perhaps it was in loving him that she learned to become unselfish. By the time he was a year old, he had pulled her hair, and scratched her face, and given her a great deal of trouble; but the more he tried her patience, the more her patience grew.
"Really, she is almost as sweet as Ninny," said Mrs. Gray to her husband.
When Philip was thirteen months old, he had no teeth, and Flaxie grieved about it. Her own were falling out, and she wished she could give them to her baby brother.
"Never mind," said Dr. Papa. "If he never has any teeth of his own, I will buy him some gold ones."
"O, that'll be so nice," cried Flaxie. "I never saw any gold teeth in all my life."
That year, late in September, Flaxie Frizzle went with her mamma and baby Phil to the city of Louisville, in Kentucky, to see Grandpa and Grandma Curtis. Dr. Gray staid at home with Ninny and Preston.