getting up from the chair so quickly that she forgot about her doll,
which fell to the floor with a crash that might have broken her head.

"Oh, my _dear!_" cried Janet, as she had often heard her mother
call when Baby William tumbled and hurt himself. "Oh, are you hurt?"
and Janet clasped the doll in her arms, and hugged it as though it
were a real child.

"Is she busted?" Ted demanded, but he did not ask as a real doctor
might inquire. In fact, he had stopped playing doctor.

"No, she isn't hurt, I guess," Jan answered, feeling of her doll's
head. "I forgot all about her being in my lap. Oh, aren't you going
to play any more, Ted?" she asked as she saw her brother toss the big
coat on a chair and take off the spectacles.

"No. I want to do something else. This is no fun!"

"Well, let's make-believe you're sick and I can be a Red Cross
nurse, like some of those we saw in the drugstore window down the
street, making bandages for the soldiers. You could be a soldier,
Ted, and I could be the nurse, and I'd make some sugar pills for you,
if you don't like the rolled-up bread ones you gave my doll."

Teddy Martin thought this over for a few seconds. He seemed to like
it. And then he shook his head.

"No," he answered his sister, "I couldn't be a soldier."

"Why not?"