"To the Infirmary, of course. Let me go."
"No, no, you can't! It's strictly against the rules. Carita's quarantined. They've sent for the doctor."
The word quarantined sent a fresh chill to Blue Bonnet's heart.
"Rules or no rules, I'm going to Carita."
But Mary held her fast.
"Oh, no, Blue Bonnet, please, please don't! It will get you in trouble. Go find Mrs. Goodwin. She's awfully nice, really she is. She'll tell you all about it."
But Mrs. Goodwin was nowhere to be found.
"That settles it," Blue Bonnet said. "I shall go to the Infirmary." And to the Infirmary she went.
The door was closed. Blue Bonnet opened it boldly.
Carita lay on one of the little hospital cots, her eyes closed, her face almost as white as the sheet that was drawn up close about her.