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trouble, brown spots all over me. I heard the doctor spell it for 

 the nurse and this is how he did it — a-n-t-h-r-a-c-n-o-s-e anthrac- 

 nose (spelling is done slowly and impressively). 



Beet. I am so tired. If you do not stop complaining I shall 

 turn woody. Let's go to sleep. 



[All is quiet. Then the plotters, Thrips, Aphids, Potato Bugs, 

 Cabbage Worms, and other pests come from under the beds. 



Thrip. Ha! Ho! Another delicious supper for me. Where 

 is Anne Onion? 



Cabbage W. He! Ho! Ha! I shall find Cabbage in a 

 moment. How I love to scare him! 



Potato B . Lead me to the Potato bed ! 



Aphid. Ho! Ha! He! I shall take my choice of many. 

 Where is our friend Cutworm? 



Thrip. Don't worry about him. He will come after night. 



Cabbage W. Let's say our magic and then begin. 



[Cabbage Worms, Potato Bugs, Striped Beetles, and all other chew- 

 ing pests form a magic ring on one side, while Thrips, Aphids, and all 

 the sucking pests assemble on the other. ] 



Chewers. Ho! Ha! He! 



Chewers are we, 



Beware! Take care! 



Suckers. Ho! Ha! He! 



Suckers are we, 



Beware! Take care! 



All. Ho! Ha! . . . 



Voice of Doctor. So this is the way to Hospital Garden. 



Voice of Nurse. Yes, Dr. Growem. 



Aphid. I don't like that voice. 



Thrips. Let's hide. 



[The pests all crawl under the beds. Enter Dr. Growem, who is 

 really Uncle Sam, and Nurse Lady Bug.] 



Nurse L. B. I have tried, Dr. Growem, to take care of this 

 garden, but it is really too much for me. 



Dr. G. Have you no help? 



Nurse L. B. Yes, I have an orderly, Hop Toad, and the bird 

 friends do their best ; but as you see, we still have plenty of sick. 



Dr. G. Humph ! I see. Let me look them over. 



Voices of Patients. I'm so sick, doctor! I'm sicker than the 

 rest ! Come to me — me — me ! 



