The Appeal. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. ;) 1889-19??, 1902-08-02

their fiat" Having divided it OF in their
minds into parlor, dining room, bedrooms
and kitchen, like a real apartment. None
of them had ever lived in a; fiat, but
Eleanor had once spent the night in her
aunt's little fiat in the city, and it seemed
so cosy and ike a doll house that she
would always remember it. al
The three little girls were married sis
tiers when they lived in the fiat whose
j husbands were travelling on business.
Eleanor was Mrs. Winthrop, Gertrude
was Mrs. Malcolm and Lorraine Mrs
4 Williams and there were a number of lit
tie Malcolnas and Williams and Win
throps who kept the young mothers quite
busy. Each took care of her own chill
dren, and part of the fiat, and Mrs. Will
Jams taught school while her sisters
planned the meals.
On this particular afternoon Lorraine
and Gertrude were quite early, and
splendid game Of house was soon in
full swing. Mrs. Malcolm and Mrs Win
throp were hurrying and scurrying to get
the beds made and the rooms busted as
they expected company to lunch, while
MRS. Williams was hard at work teach
Ing large family of dolls the three RS.
Hagold, Eleanor's sailor doll-excuse me-
I mean Mrs. Winthrop's eldest son-was
unusually trying, and she was just Won.
der1ng whether his mother would be NOR
tally offended if she should make him
stand on the Ounce stool, when noise in
the corner attracted her attention. Will
helmina Malcolm had fallen from her
pench and was lying stiff and rigid on the
floor Wilhelmina was delicate anyhow
and school was too much for her nerves
SISTER, Sister, screamed Mrs. Will
1ams. Come quick. Welhelmina has
convolutionsr' 49,.
Mrs. Winthrop and Mrs. Malcolm were
tnere IN an instant, and there was great
11@
Whhelmina's mother Immediately had
mysteries, Mrs. Williams had an attack of
nerves, and Mrs. Winthrop was walking
up and down, wildly wringing her hands
ana mopping her eyes, when Bridget
opened the door. =
What's all the matter?" she asked.
seeing all the little girls so upset.
"Oh!'' gasped Mrs Winthrop. "Oh, nh !,
on POOR Wilhelmina has convolutions!
Send Tor the doctor quick and she buried
her race in one of the children's dresses
she mad hurriedly picked up instead Of
her handkerchief.
Faith, an it's sorry am said
Bridget, as she closed the door and went
Gathering down stairs.
. Each one of the young mothers pre-
scrlped different remedy to relieve the
sufferer, and poor Wilhelmina had her
feet in an imaginary hot mustard bath
her mead tied up in red flannel and a dose
~ Se1oIO1 OIl +1tOIl an empty cologne bot
tie forced into her mouth
Just as the excitement was at it's height
quick steps were heard on the stairs and
the door was opened hurriedly
Ihere, stood Bridget out of breath. and
pehlnd her a tall, -so1emn-looking gray
haired man. r. -. ( e,:.-.:-~- 90,
Where is she?'' he asked.
Mothers out, DR.. Bruce" said Eleanor
politely, stepping forward. "Tm sorry"
Who has convulsions?'' asked the doc.
tor, looking, searchingly at each of the
little girls. "You are healthy looking
lot" Fix ,espsat t5s - -
E Commissions" repeated Eleanor, "Why,
were none Of US sick'' '---0
Shure, . interrupted Bridget, "yez said
won av the little girls had 'em and to
send for the doctor quick
The little girls exchanged glances of
amusement, and then they laughed, and
they laughed so hard that they could not
explain to the doctor. ~ ~
"It's-it's Wilhelmina!' gasped Eleanor
at last, as she pointed to poor Wilhelmina,
still with her feet in the bathtub.
Then the doctor understood, and in
stead OF being cross he looked carefully
at Wilhelmina, felt her pulse, asked her
TO stick her tongue out, and then said the
very best thing was molasses candy.
By this time Bridget saw through the
joke, and she disappeared down stairs to
tell the cook about her mistake in not
knowing that Wilhelmina was the dolls
name ~'
And if one or all of you want to come
over to the house to get the medicine
continued the doctor, I'm quite sure Mrs
Bruce made big supply last night"
And q big procession followed the doctor,
home, and returned latter witHsa Big ssau-
Ger of Mrs. Bruce's delicious molasses
candy for the invalid. ~.