Polly glanced about the room. A round celluloid powder-box caught her eye. She emptied the powder out and fitted the box over her hair.
"That better?" she inquired.
Lois was still laughing over this absurd picture, when the door opened, and in walked Betty and Fanny.
"You two?" Polly exclaimed. "Oh, what a lark!"
"When did you get it?" Lois asked.
"Suddenly, last night, at dinner," Betty answered. "We had salad with French dressing. And, oh, when I swallowed that vinegar!"
"I certainly did think I was going to choke to death," Fanny said, feelingly. "I jumped right up from the table."
"Yes, and knocked over a glass of water," Betty prompted, "and announced to the whole dining-room that you reckoned you had the mumps. Everybody laughed so hard they couldn't eat any more dinner," she concluded.
"I'm so glad you both got it," Polly said.
"Do you suppose we'll look like you two do to-morrow?" Betty asked rudely.