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My Naughty Little Sister.One day my little sister fell ill7. "I am ill," she said. "You must stay in bed," said my mother, "and I shall call the doctor8." "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 again9," 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 her books. "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 doctor!" "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 ...» |
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