Awed by the look in her big, gray eyes and the mysterious summoning of help, the luckless seven were marched silently through the outer door, around the house, through the coal shed and so into the back bedroom, without being observed by the merrymakers, who shook the house to its foundation to the cheerful command: “Gran' right 'n' left with a double ELBOW-W!” “Chasse by yer pardner--balance--SWING!” “What under the shinin' sun's the matter, Dell?” The Countess, breathless from dancing, burst in upon the little group. “Nothing very serious, Louise, though it's rather uncomfortable to be called from dancing to administer heroic remedies by wholesale. Can you hold Josephine--whichever one that is? She ate the most, as nearly as I can find out.” “She ain't gone an' took pizen, has she? What was it--strychnine? I'll bet them Beckman kids put 'er up to it. Yuh goin' t' give 'er an anticdote?” “I'm going to use this.” The Little Doctor held up a fearsome thing to view. “Open your mouth, Josephine.” Josephine refused; her refusal was emphatic and unequivocal, punctuated by sundry kicks directed at whoever came within range of her stout little shoes. “It ain't no use t' call Mary in--Mary can't handle her no better'n I can--an' not so good. Jos'phine, yuh got--” “Here's where we shine,” broke in a cheery voice which was sweet to the ears, just then. “Chip and I ain't wrassled with bronks all our lives for nothing. This is dead easy--all same branding calves. Ketch hold of her heels, Splinter--that's the talk. Countess, you better set your back against that door--some of these dogies is thinking of taking a sneak on us--and we'd have t' go some, to cut 'em out uh that bunch out there and corral 'em again. There yuh are, Doctor--sail in.” Upheld mentally by the unfailing sunniness of Weary and the calm determination of Chip, to whom flying heels and squirming bodies were as nothing, or at most a mere trifle, the Little Doctor set to work with a thoroughness and dispatch which struck terror to the hearts of the guilty seven. It did not take long--as Weary had said, it was very much like branding calves. No sooner was one child made to disgorge and laid, limp and subdued, upon the bed, than Chip and Weary seized another dexterously by heels and head. The Countess did nothing beyond guarding the door and acting as chaperon to the undaunted Little Doctor; but she did her duty and held her tongue afterward--which was a great deal for her to do. The Little Doctor sat down in a chair, when it was all over, looking rather white. Chip moved nearer, though there was really nothing that he could do beyond handing her a glass of water, which she accepted gratefully. Weary held a little paper trough of tobacco in his fingers and drew the tobacco sack shut with his teeth. His eyes were fixed reflectively upon the bed. He placed the sack absently in his pocket, still meditating other things.