The flowers looked just like earrings.
Emma looked in the mirror. âTheyâre beautiful, Aunt Evelyn.â
âI think they look a little dumb,â said Zachary, peering over her shoulder.
âDifferent strokes, Zach,â said Emma, looking at one ear, then the other. âDifferent strokes.â
Lessons
There was a knock at Emmaâs door.
âEmma? Are you awake?â called Uncle Elliot.
There was no answer.
âItâs morning,â said Uncle Elliot through the door. âTime for divided grapefruit with a cherry in the middle. And seven kisses.â
âIâm asleep,â called Emma. âCome back later.â
âShe is not asleep,â said Zachary out in the hall.
Uncle Elliot opened the door. There was a big lump that was Emma in the middle of the bed.
âWhatâs the matter, Emma?â
âHow did you know I was awake?â asked Emma from under the blankets.
âI guessed,â said Uncle Elliot. âDonât you want to get up? Itâs our last day here before your parents come home. Weâll do something special.â
Emma groaned. âIâm very sick,â she said. âMy head is squishy, my ears are numb, my feet are prickly.â
âProbably she is not sick,â said Zachary.
Uncle Elliot sat down and reached under the blankets to feel Emmaâs head.
âYouâre not hot,â he said.
âHotness is not part of my sickness,â said Emma. She poked her head out of the covers. âI did have spots. They are gone now.â
âSpots! Where were those spots?â asked Uncle Elliot.
âShe never has spots,â whispered Zachary.
âOn my feet and ears,â said Emma, glaring at Zachary.
âThat sounds like calling the doctor,â said Uncle Elliot.
âNo!â Emma sat up in bed. âThe doctor does not like me. She has a cold heart-listener. She puts an ear looker in my ears and sticks that Popsicle stick down my throat. Also, she is on vacation.â
âIâll bet the doctor is not on vacation,â said Zachary.
âWhatâs the trouble?â asked Aunt Evelyn.
âIâm catching,â said Emma. âAnd probably you and Uncle Elliot and Zachary and Wayne are, too. You had better call my parents and tell them not to come home for a week or three months.â
Aunt Evelyn thought for a moment. âEven if we asked them to, I donât think they would stay away, Emma.â
Uncle Elliot nodded. âThey have not told you so yet,â he said, âbut I am sure theyâve missed you.â
âYes,â said Emma. âThey always miss me when they go to an eyeball meeting. They bring me place mats and postcards of hotels and city parks.â
âPapa brings me new dirt for my dirt collection,â said Zachary. âAnd colored eyeball pictures. I use them for my dart board.â
âSo there you see,â said Aunt Evelyn. âThey love you and will want to come back even though you are very sick and catching.â
âI know she is not sick and catching,â announced Zachary.
âHow about breakfast in bed?â said Uncle Elliot. âDivided grapefruit right here.â
âOur parents donât allow us to have breakfast in bed,â said Zachary. âBecause of the crumbs.â
âCrumbs donât come with grapefruit,â said Emma, sitting up.
âWeâll all have breakfast in bed,â said Uncle Elliot.
There were oranges and grapefruit and cereal and toast. There were lots of crumbs, too. But only for a little while, because Wayne came and cleaned them all up.
âIâm sorry youâre not feeling better,â said Uncle Elliot. âToday you were going to give me more father lessons.â
âEmma doesnât have to give you father lessons if she doesnât feel well,â said Aunt Evelyn. âWeâll go to classes once a week when we get
William W. Johnstone, J. A. Johnstone