d not be mistaken about it.

"And the mumps?" Again Sara nodded, swallowing hard as she thought of
lemons and vinegar.

"All right, come ahead," said Pirlaps. And they started off.

"But the Baby hasn't!" suddenly remembered Sara. "The Kewpie has, but
the Baby hasn't."

"Then it will never do to take him," said Pirlaps, decisively. "Here,
Yassuh, you stay here and keep the Baby."

Pirlaps saw a look of doubt and reluctance in Sara's eyes as he was
about to consign the Baby to Yassuh's sticky care. So he handed the
Baby back to Sara and darted into a store near by where he got some
clean wrapping-paper. He then rolled the Baby, in its nice white dress,
up in the paper, taking care to leave its nose out, so it could
breathe. Then he handed it over to Yassuh, and Sara felt quite
comfortable and contented. "Keep out of the sun," he called back to
Yassuh, "and mind you don't melt!"

The next thing, Avrillia said, was to stop in a drug store. They found
one quite readily, and Sara watched with astonished eyes while
Avrillia purchased a very large stock of drugs. Even a fairy drug
store is a disagreeable place to a child with a past like Sara's, and
if this one had not had a show-case full of candies for her to look at
she would have been exceedingly restless. But the bonbons were
charming--of all shapes and colors, and almost as large as a pinhead.

Sara was really suffering from curiosity to know what Avrillia was
going to do with the medicines, but she had already asked so many
questions that she thought she would try to be very polite, and wait.
Waiting was made easier by the fact that the poorer quarter of the
city, through which they were now walking, was very queer and
interesting. It was like most such places, but Sara had not seen many,
and she was fascinated by the babies tumbling about on the sidewalk,
and the clothes-lines on the upstairs porches with clothes drying on
them. Once a goat in an alley looked up and spoke to her--but she did
not understand what he said. His mouth was full; for he was eating a
tin can that looked strangely like Sara's old thimble.

Presently they stopped before a mean-looking house and Avrillia
knocked. Now, you often hear that word applied to quite innocent
houses that are only plain and poor; but this one really was
mean-looking. And Sara noticed with wonder that there was a red flag
over the door.

A disagreeable-looking woman with watery eyes and her handkerchief to
her