Chapter IX: Act I: The Sick Doll

Scene. In an English Garden.

_Frances._ Come on! Let’s play tag, Florence.

_Florence._ I can’t, Frances. Flossie is too sick. Won’t you play you are the doctor, and come see her?

_Frances._ Oh, no; you always want to play the same thing! Your dolls are always sick! I believe you love the broken ones better than the others.

_Florence._ Yes, I do. I’m going to be a nurse when I grow up. Well, if you don’t want to play that you are the doctor, I am going to ask Harry Miller to play that he is. (_Goes to the hedge and calls._) Oh, Harry, come on over, and play you are the doctor for my sick dolls.

_Frances._ Come on, Harry, I am going to be the druggist.

_Harry._ All right, girls; I’ll be over in a minute.

_Florence._ Don’t forget your medicine case.

_Harry_ (_entering_). Good morning, madam. Is your little child ill?

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Act the rest of the story yourselves.