sycamores were thinning now, and the
sunshine fell warm upon the two young
things, who were still a little shaken
from the frightful experience of
tooth-pulling. The doctor had put the small
white tooth in a box and gravely presented
it to Mary, and now, as they
walked along, she stopped sometimes
to examine it and say, proudly, how she
had "bleeded and bleeded!"

"Will you tell brother the doctor
said I behaved better than the circus
lion when his tooth was pulled?"

"Indeed I will, Mary!"

"An' he said he'd rather pull my
tooth than a lion's tooth?"

"Of course I'll tell him."

"Miss Philly, shall I dream of my
tooth, do you suppose?"

Philippa laughed and said she didn't
know.

"I hope I will; it means something
nice. I forget what, now."