"So, if you possibly can, Jean, get up as soon as you feel able to crawl. So that I can say you are all right. Papa says I may stay for a week or two if you are."
"Oh, Mabs, I wish you would stay right on!"
"Where's my room?" asked Mabel. "What rickety furniture!"
"The room is next door, isn't it nice? And the furniture's bought for girls. They think we like rickets."
"Wickets," corrected Mabel. "You could use that chair at a match."
"Oh, Mabs, how jolly it is to have you here to laugh at it. Mabs, I do feel better."
Mabel saw her up in three-quarters of an hour.
Jean had still to be treated seriously however.
"You know, Mabs, I had the most dreadful feeling. I could quite understand how poor girls without friends go and drown themselves."
"That's more like depression than appendicitis," Mabel ventured.