Then Grace would clasp her hands together in her quick way, and say,—
"O dear, dear, I wish the doctor would get Harry well."
"Poh!" said Horace, "the doctors they have East ain't no 'count, are they, though, Gracie?"
"Of course they don't know so much as Dr. De Bruler," replied Grace, very decidedly.
"I'll tell you how they make doctors," spoke up little Prudy; "they take a man and put him in a bear's buffalo coat, and that makes a doctor."
"And a gig," said Horace, "and some sharp things, and lots of little bottles."
"What children!" said Grace, looking down upon them with a lofty smile. "Why, Prudy, what have you got in your pocket?"
"O, I don't know," said Prudy, throwing her hands behind her. "Goodness won't hurt me, will it, Susy?"
"I guess you ain't good enough to hurt."
"Well, grandma says not to eat green apples," said the child, "but she'd be willing I could chew 'em and get the good all out—don't you s'pose she would?"