Chip, of the Flying U by B. M. Bower
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page 69 of 174 (39%)
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"I want you to come and help me turn my drug store around with its face to the wall. All the later editions of Denson, Pilgreen and Beckman have taken possession of my office--and as the Countess says: 'Them Beckman kids is holy terrors--an' it's savin' the rod an' spoilin' the kid that makes 'em so!'" Chip laughed outright. "The Denson kids are a heap worse, if she only knew it," he said, and followed her willingly. The Little Doctor's "office" was a homey little room, with a couch, a well-worn Morris rocker, two willow chairs and a small table for the not imposing furnishing, dignified by a formidable stack of medical books in one corner, and the "drug store," which was simply a roomy bookcase filled with jars, bottles, boxes and packages, all labeled in a neat vertical hand. The room fairly swarmed with children, who seemed, for the most part, to be enjoying themselves very much. Charlotte May Pilgreen and Sary Denson were hunched amicably over one of the books, shuddering beatifically over a pictured skeleton. A swarm surrounded the drug store, the glass door of which stood open. The Little Doctor flew across to the group, horror white. "Sybilly got the key an' unlocked it, an' she give us this candy, too!" tattled a Pilgreen with very red hair and a very snub nose. "I didn't, either! It was Jos'phine!" |
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