My little sister liked to talk. She talked
to everybody. She talked to the people who came to our house. She
talked to the people in the street and in the shops. She talked to her
friend the postman. Everybody liked to talk to my little sister. She was
One day my little sister fell ill.
"I am ill," she said.
"You must stay in bed," said my mother, "and I shall call the doctor."
"No doctor! Bad doctor! I don't like the doctor!" said my naughty little sister.
"The doctor is a nice man. He will make you well again," I said to Nancy.
My mother gave Nancy a cup of hot milk.
She gave her a doll and her best books. But my little sister did not
want to play with her toys. She did not want to look at the pictures in
"I am ill today," she said. Her friend the
postman came to see her. He gave her a big red apple, a pencil and a
little notebook, and he gave my mother a letter.
"I am ill," said my little sister to the
postman. "I must stay in bed and drink hot milk and look at the pictures
in my books. I don't like to stay in bed. I don't want the doctor! Bad
"Good doctor! He will make you well again," said the postman. "You will soon play in the room and then in the garden."
In the afternoon my father came home. He saw my little sister in bed.
"Why are you in bed?" asked my father.
"I am ill," said my little sister. "I must stay in bed and drink hot milk and look at the pictures in my books."
"Soon the doctor will come, and he will make you well again," said Father.
"No doctor! Bad doctor! I don't like the doctor!"
"The doctor has a little black bag," said Father. "He has many interesting things in his bag."
"What things?" asked my little sister.
"I can't tell you. But you will see them when the doctor comes."
Now my little sister did not say Bad doctor!
When my mother came into the room with the doctor, Nancy said:
"Hullo, Doctor! Where is your bag? Show me the interesting things in your bag, please!" She did not forget to say please.
"Hullo, little girl!" said the doctor. "Here is my bag, and here are the things in my bag. Are they interesting?"
My little sister looked at the doctor's
black bag. She looked at all the things in the bag. She opened her mouth
and did all that the doctor told her to do.
"Oh, yes, Doctor, I am a very good girl,"
said my naughty little sister. "Please come again tomorrow. I want to
see the things in your bag again."
But the doctor didn't come again, because Nancy took the medicine and was soon well again.