“Sue, I can hardly contain myself.”
Mimi went into a rhapsody ending in a clog. She poised breathless, hands on hips, head to one side, face flushed.
“I’m as thrilled as I was when we packed for camp. Far as I am concerned they might as well not meet classes today. All I want to do is ‘Deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa, la, la, la, la; la, la, la, la’.”
“Why are you holding your head, Mimi?” Chloe asked tumbling in from the hall over Sue’s bag.
“I’m kind of dizzy,” Mimi replied sitting down on the side of the bed. “I’ll be all right in a minute.”
She wasn’t. When she came up to her room after lunch she was aching and shivering. Soda! That was what she needed, soda water—That would cure anything.
Ca-chew! Yes, if this was a cold soda was the very thing. She’d go right down to the kitchen now and get some. If she went to the infirmary—Well, no use taking a chance. But she was all right. She had to be—Ca-chew! She remembered her last trip for soda and felt her face burning. Betsy and Madge and the alarm. Betsy still did not know why Madge failed. That was the only secret she had from Betsy now. Ca-chew!
She sneezed once too often. Mrs. Cole passing and hearing poked her head in.
“Who is that sneezing? Here let me feel your head. Child, you have fever. Come with me.”
Too amazed to resist, and aching and feeling much worse than she cared to admit, Mimi allowed Mrs. Cole to lead her to the Infirmary Wing. Nurse took one good look.