es, a long white
beard, a white wig, a man's hat on, a little black bag in her hands._)

_Jim_ (_tearing his hair distractedly_)

You say that little old man is your daughter and a doctor?

_Cho-Cho_

That's right--but a new kind of doctor. This is a Health doctor, not a
Disease doctor. Present treatment for Health--absent treatment for
absence of Health. (_Ha--ha--hee--hee!_) I'll leave the doctor here.
(_Goes out._)

_Everychild_

Well, well, where is the patient? (_Putting hat on chair._)

_Jim_

I must be crazy, but I never seen a doctor like you. You ain't no
doctor.

_Everychild_

Oh, yes I am. I'm a children's specialist. Is she in that room? (_Goes
to door and opens it_--_draws back a little._) Whew! No air. Lift up
that curtain and open the window! (JIM _does it, rather aghast._) You
must show me where you keep your pigs. Don't they get light and air on a
day like this? (_Goes toward bed as_ ROSIE _rises up in bed and stares
with a smile at the little doctor_.) So this is the little patient.
Well! Well! (_Lifts up and looks at the bottles._) Take these and throw
them out. (_Hands them to_ MARY, _who takes them out and returns._) My!
My! Pork and potatoes and candy! Of all things! I'll have to make out a
diet list later. (_Feels pulse--listens to her chest._) I think the
trouble with you is bad food, bad air, and no light. The trouble is not
enough agricultural pamphlets on human live stock, not enough government
millions spent on the real thing. Now get up, Rose! Let me see you
stand. There, that's good. Now a comb and brush--we'll help this hair
a little.

_Mary_ (_handing_ EVERYCHILD _a comb and brush_)

My hands are so full of work----

_Everychild_ (_arranging_ ROSIE'S _hair_)

Yes, that's better. Now, father, a glass of milk! (JIM _goes
into kitchen._) And mother, open that bag, please.

(_While_ MARY _opens bag._ JIM _returns with glass of milk, which_
ROSIE _drinks._)

_Mary_

Oh, my!

(_Takes out pretty dress, stockings and slippers, which she lifts up,
looks at delightedly, and carries to the doctor._)

_Rosie_

Oh, mother! You did get them!

(EVERYCHILD _works fast, slips the gown on the patient with the
stockings and slippers, while_ ROSIE _smiles happily, though
dazed by the splendor of it._)

_Rosie_

Are you going to take me to the picnic?

_Everychild_

Indeed I am! A picnic that will never be over!

_Rosie_

Are we going to