"Here sir," said Mrs. Pepper, holding them out towards the doctor;
"and thank you for coming."

"Hey!" said the little man, spinning round; "that dollar's the
Lord's!"

Mrs. Pepper looked bewildered, and still sat holding it out. "And
the Lord has given it to you to take care of these children with; see
that you do it." And without another word he was gone.

"Wasn't he good, mammy?" asked Polly, after the first surprise was
over.

"I'm sure he was," said Mrs. Pepper. "Well, tie it up again, Polly,
tie it up tight; we shall want it, I'm sure," sighing at her little sick
girl.

"Mayn't I take Phronsie, ma?" asked Polly.

"No, no," said Phronsie. She had got mammy, and she meant to
improve the privilege.

"What is 'measles' anyway, mammy?" asked Polly, sitting down on
the floor at their feet.

"Oh, 'tis something children always have," replied Mrs. Pepper;
"but I'm sure I hoped it wouldn't come just yet."

"I sha'n't have it," said Polly, decisively; "I know I sha'n't! nor