Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-10-16
CHILD REN'S EVENIN G STORY

! fellow is quite miserable put his feet
in hot mustard water, and gave him
some Jamaica ginger, and he is now in
bed. I fear he has the epizootic,
which is very dreadful disease
ooh, I hope not!" exclaimed Alice,
kindly. Perhaps he only has the pip,
which Is not nearly so bad" -
Perhaps" answered Mamma Bushy-
tail. II have sent Johnnie for some
quin!ne, and that may help Billie
May we see him." asked Lulu.
Perhaps we can cheer him up"
ITO be sure, you may see him." re-
piled Billie's mamma; so she opened
the door little wider in order that
the ducklings might look in the hol-
low stumphouse, for Of course they
could not enter, as 1t was too small.
They saw Billie, all wrapped up in
blankets, in bed, and he looked quite
Ill. But he seemed happy in spite Of
that, for the hot mustard footbath had
helped him some. He smiled when he
saw Jimmie and Lulu and Alice. Then
Jimmie gave Mrs. Bushytail some nice
acorns he had picked up in the woods
and had carried under his wing.
They are for Billie" said Jimmie.
Next Lulu gave the sick squirrel boy
some nice, sweet grass she had gath
cred on the edge Of the pond, and
Alice had some lovely sugared sweet
flag root, which is very good tn case
Of sickness. Then Billie felt much
better, and after while Jimmie said:
Lets sing funny little song for Bill
]ie."
SO Jimmie, Alice and Lulu sang this
!ittle verse to cheer up poor, sick Bill
lie, and. If you can get a good singer
to sing it for you, 1t doesn't sound at
all bad, assure you:
Don't mind If you have to take stuff
from a spoon.
Tis better than having to climb to
the moon,
You might make a stumble or else
have tumble,
And then you would fall pretty soon.
We came, little Billie, to make you
feel better
At first we were going to write you
letter;
But we had no ink, dear, so that's
why we came here.
We're dry now, but We'll soon be
wetter
Then Billie laughed right out loud.
he felt so much better, and he ate
some acorns and the sweet-hag root,
nibbling it with his sharp teeth. Then
IA scratching sound was heard on tho
stump and who should come up 1t but
Sister Sallie. with DR.. Postum.
The doctor said "He!" and he said
HUM" and he said "Ahem," Then
|hel felt Billie's pulse and made him
put out his tongue. Then DR.. Postum
exclaimed why, this little squirrel
isn't sick at all! No. sir! Not at all.
My goodness me- no, indeed! Why,
the very ideal Sick? guess mott"
But Mrs. Bushytail said her little
boy had been very Ill and DR.. Postum
answered: -
well, If he was sick, these little
ducks have cured him. They are just
as good at doctoring as am; yes, in
deed; and thermometer or two be-
sides. There Is no need for me-"
1T was the funny little song that
cured me-" said Billie. Then he got
out of bed and began frisking around;
the doctor went home, and the little
squirrel was all we'll. After while
Jimmie, Lulu and Alice had to leave,
and they went home, feeling very hap
py for the good they had done to Billie
Bushytail. for 1t always makes you feel
happy to help some one. Now, if you
promise not to whisper in school next
week you shall hear tomorrow night
how Jimmie tried to become a flying
machine. n,a z.s