"Carita—Carita, dear," Blue Bonnet said softly, kneeling down beside her. "What's the matter? Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"
The closed eyelids fluttered for a second, then opened wide with terror.
"Oh, Blue Bonnet, go out of here, quick! They don't know what I've got. You might catch something!"
For answer Blue Bonnet smoothed the black hair from the white brow and looked into the face eagerly.
"Please—please go, Blue Bonnet. I'm all right. Really I am! Please go away; anyway until the doctor comes."
A little red spot began to glow in each of the white cheeks and Carita tried to sit up in bed. She fell back limply.
Blue Bonnet was terror stricken.
"What do they mean by leaving you alone?" she said, clasping and unclasping her hands. "It's outrageous!"
"I've only been alone a few minutes. Mrs. Goodwin just stepped out a minute."
As Carita spoke the door opened and Mrs. Goodwin herself entered, followed by a very professional looking man carrying a satchel.