'Oh, must he?' moaned The Kid (ignored).

'Get 'er to put 'er finger down 'er throat,' suggested Elizabeth
brightly; 'that'll work it.'

It was the last straw. The Kid, though still dutiful, was utterly
outraged. 'No, no, I won't,' she cried in open rebellion.

She looked unhappy. The soap and water had evidently met the allied
forces of ipecac. and salt, and a fierce battle was, no doubt, in
progress in her interior at the moment. 'I won't,' she repeated
desperately.

'Do try, darling,' implored Henry, 'and I'll give you a whole shilling.'

'No, no, _no_. I don't want any shillings.' Judging by her expression
the soap must have commenced an encircling movement, and the salt and
ipecac. were hurrying up reserves. 'I won't put my finger down my
throat.'

'What are we to do?' I said, wringing my hands. 'I never knew her to
be so obstinate. Why, oh, why doesn't the doctor come? The child is
beginning to look so strange already.'

'Well, wot I'd do if I was you,' suggested Elizabeth, 'is to begin the
doses all over again----'

'Good,' said Henry. 'Firstly the ipecac.----'

'Oh, must I?' interrupted The Kid.