conscious when Katy was flying about and rummaging after her lost
treasure, and she suspected them, and was very irate in consequence.

The evenings of Sunday were always spent in repeating hymns to Papa and
Aunt Izzie. This was fun, for they all took turns, and there was quite a
scramble as to who should secure the favorites, such as, "The west hath
shut its gate of gold," and "Go when the morning shineth." On the whole,
Sunday was a sweet and pleasant day, and the children thought so; but,
from its being so much quieter than other days, they always got up on
Monday full of life and mischief, and ready to fizz over at any minute,
like champagne bottles with the wires just cut.

This particular Monday was rainy, so there couldn't be any out-door
play, which was the usual vent for over-high spirits. The little ones,
cooped up in the nursery all the afternoon, had grown perfectly riotous.
Philly was not quite well, and had been taking medicine. The medicine
was called _Elixir Pro_. It was a great favorite with Aunt Izzie, who
kept a bottle of it always on hand. The bottle was large and black, with
a paper label tied round its neck, and the children shuddered at the
sight of it.

After Phil had stopped roaring and spluttering, and play had begun
again, the dolls, as was only natural, were taken ill also, and so was
"Pikery," John's little yellow chair, which she always pretended was a
doll too. She kept an old apron tied on his back, and generally took him
to bed with her--not into bed, that would have been troublesome; but
close by, tied to the bed-post. Now, as she told the others, Pikery was
very sick indeed. He must have some medicine, just like Philly.

"Give him some water," suggested Dorry.