But if you've got twenty or thirty pounds handy just now—I tell you what I'll do, Lou.
"I know what you mean, Lou," he said, with an affectionate attempt at placation.
"I did not have a chance to say one word to him," said Lou, disappointedly.
He was powerful mad with me, but he seen that I meant like I said, so Lou can keep her doll.
Now doctor I must tell you about little Lou and the wonderful doll you sent to her.
But, you can see how all-important it is for you to tell me just how Lou has been affected.
And I want to tell him that little Lou Amos is most dying from a brain tumor.
But little Lou did not fulfil the country practitioner's optimistic prophecy.
Lou advanced, one finger in her mouth, the corners of which were lifting in a shy smile.
Of course some one has got to sit up with little Lou, and I'll do it.