“Flu,” she said. “If we don’t have some freezing weather soon, there will be an epidemic. Quarantine, for you, young lady.”
“I can’t come up here. I’m leaving tomorrow.” Mimi protested. “I’m all right, really I am, Nurse.”
“Fever one hundred and one-half; eyes red, nose dripping.”
“Sue’s mother will fix—Ca-chew!—me up—”
“Mrs. Cole have her roommate bring up her robe and pajamas and toilette articles. Mimi is staying with me.”
As Nurse tucked her in and put an ice bag on her hot head, Mimi raised to her elbows.
“What now?”
“The singing,” Mimi said smiling sadly. “Hear.”
Into the open window floated the strains of “Noel, Noel.” The Glee Club was practicing but the glad tidings sounded very faint and far away to Mimi. For once in her life Christmas would come too soon.