Cricket suddenly flashed a quick glance at her.
“Eunice,” she said hastily, as Eliza left the room for a moment, “does your throat feel queer?”
“Yes. How do you know?” answered Eunice, surprised.
“’Cause mine does, awfully. It has all day. And my head aches.”
“So does mine!”
“And I’m so hot—”
GETTING READY FOR THE PARTY.
“So am I.”
“And I feel so queer all over.”