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Show Edited by DOKOTIIV EOHOS "Keeping eyes well and strong," sang A. "Scaring illness away," cried B. "Making you grow," sung out C. And D in a high-pitched, squeaky voice piped, "Plenty of me, strong bones will be." All this time four little blue ones had been whispering off to one side, with their heads together. Not until they faced her did she notice that they had their names written on white strips of paper, too. "I'm Iron," said the first one, "and very important!" "I'm Phosphorus," said another, standing beside little Iron. "I make your teeth firm and strong," sang gay Calcium, dancing Into place. And then Sulphur pulled his cap down over one eye, and 'with his hands In his pockets and his feet spread very wide apart, squeaked in his queer little voice, "I'm here, too, and my work is Important for you." Patty laughed until her sides ached at the way they fell over each other when they tried to form a pin-wheel. One little odd red Brownie bowed before Patty as the others had done. "I am Protein, a perfect building-block building-block for you, Patty 1" And then he pulled his little red cap down tight on his head and turned cartwheels until he was quite out of breath. All the while Mr. Milk Bottle smiled and nodded and looked very much pleased. By this time, too, Patty was feeling very much ashamed of the way she had spoken to him when he first came up to her. "Oh, Mr. Milk Bottle," she apologized with her prettiest pret-tiest smile, and her very deepest curtsy, "I do like you, and I do like your friends. They are all so happy and gay and so very polite. Won't you come to see me often?" "We will come as often as you want us to," he smiled, "we live in every glass of milk you drink." (Copyrlsht.) WNtJ Service. The Land of Milk Tatty just didn't like milk. One bright sunny day she sat in the garden gar-den playing. A big fat bee droned by and settled on a nearby blossom. Soon two more joined him. "What a funny buzzing sound they make," thought Tatty. "Wouldn't it be funny to be a bee and fly from flower to flower looking for honey? Then I wouldn't have to drink milk, or do anything at all but fly around and buzz and buzz." Just then she noticed some one walking about under the trees. lie seemed to be wringing his hands and looking for some one. He looked like a great big Milk Bottle. "But he can't be," mused Patty, "because Milk Bottles Bot-tles don't have legs and arms and heads. And besides he's talking." He was quite near now and Patty saw the troubled look on his face and could hear distinctly what he was saying. "I wonder where she is, and I wonder why she doesn't like me when I like her so much." Then, catching catch-ing sight of Patty, he hurried toward her. "Patty dear," he called, "won't you come and play with me?" He really was a Milk Bottle, and because be-cause his arms were short he had a hard time reaching for his cap. He tipped it ever so little. "I'm glad he didn't bow," thought Patty, "he'd spill If he did." Aloud she said, "Go away, please. I don't like you." "How do you know that you don't like me? Let me introduce some of my friends to you." And sure enough there they were. They looked like Brownies; some wore brown, some blue, some white and some red. "My friends," he began in a very important tone of voice,, "this is Patty. Pat-ty. Tell her what you can do for her." Then taking hold of hands they danced near and Patty noticed that they were lettered A, B, C, and D. They took off their caps, bowed low before her and said, "We are the Vitamins." |