The Flour Shed

Abstract

'I'll be the doctor!' called David, as the three children ran towards the flour shed at the end of the driveway, the medical set in its white box bouncing against his thigh. Before Nell could say anything, Elizabeth cried, 'I'll be the nurse!' 'Aww ... I was the patient last time,' Nell groaned. David and Elizabeth were from the saddlery next door to the bakery where she lived and on weekends she often played with them, but they were both older than she was and bossy too. Nell pulled up the roller door and they went inside.