country!"

"To be sure!" nodded Dr. Smith, "and so do I--I live next door to her.
That's the reason I came to see you. Now ask your mother to let you go home
with me and then we'll have plenty of time to attend to Tommy."

"Oh, no, we couldn't think of that!" exclaimed Mrs. Merrill, before Mary
Jane had a chance to say a word. "Mary Jane is much too young to go so far
from home without me and I can not possibly leave home just now."

Mary Jane looked from one to the other. A new idea, a brand new idea, was
growing in her mind; the idea of making a visit--it had never occurred to
her before.

"Does my grandmother live in a big house?" she asked.

"In a great, big, white farm house," replied Dr. Smith, "and she has lots
of chickens and pigs and cows and strawberry patches and milk and--well,
about everything a little girl could possibly want. And now she wishes a
little girl named Mary Jane Merrill to come and visit her."

"And could I have really truly chickens of my own--not Doris's kind of
chickens?" asked Mary Jane.

Mrs. Merrill laughed. "I guess you could, dear, but you mustn't think about
it because you are not going. I'm afraid you have made trouble," she added
laughingly to Dr. Smith, "because when Mary Jane starts thinking about
something, she doesn't easily forget."

"Never you mind, Mary Jane," said Dr. Smith confidently, as he set her down