Mrs. Goodwin looked at Blue Bonnet in surprise, and as the doctor went over to Carita's bed, she took her to one side.
"You must go out of here at once, Miss Ashe; this is quite against the rules."
Blue Bonnet caught Mrs. Goodwin by the arm impatiently.
"What is the matter with Carita? Is it anything very dreadful—a disease like typhoid or anything?"
"We don't know yet," Mrs. Goodwin replied, opening the door and showing Blue Bonnet out.
"Will you please let me know as soon—as soon as you know yourself, Mrs. Goodwin?"
The alarm in the girl's face appealed to the kind house-mother and she promised willingly: reiterating that Blue Bonnet must not come again to the Infirmary without permission.
Blue Bonnet passed out of the room slowly, casting a lingering glance toward Carita. The doctor had her hand, was feeling her pulse.
"I will come to your room, Mrs. Goodwin, after my English period, at nine forty-five. May I? Perhaps you will know more then. May I, please?"
"Yes, Miss Ashe. And say nothing about this to any of the girls."