"Yes indeed. She's very healthy."

"Not had measles, or chicken pox, or mumps, or any of those things yet?"
pursued the pleasant voice.

"Oh dear!" gasped Jewel. "Please let me take Anna Belle." She caught her
doll into her arms and met her companion's surprised gaze.

"I haven't any of them," he returned, amused. "Don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid," answered the child promptly. "There is nothing to be
afraid of."

"I was only going to say," said the young man, "that if she was ailing I
could prescribe for her. I have my case right here."

Jewel's startled look fell to the black case. "What's that! Medicine?"
she asked softly.

"It certainly is. So you see you have a doctor handy if anything ails
the baby."

The child gazed at him with grave scrutiny. "Do you believe in materia
medica?" she asked.

The young doctor threw back his head and laughed heartily. "Well, yes,"
he answered at last. "I am supposed to."

To his surprise his neighbor returned to the attitude in which he had
found her, with one hand over her eyes.