“Now, don’t sit down there on the damp ground, Jess. You’ll get a case of rheumatism—and a bad case, too.”
“Oh, I hope not!” cried Jess, jumping up. “I shouldn’t know what to do for it.”
“You’d have to take mud baths,” giggled Dorothy.
“That road below is in fine shape for that purpose, then,” said Jess, looking through the pouring rain at the puddles in the roadway.
“You’d have to wear flannels,” said Dora.
“Hah!” cried Bobby. “That’s it. Flannels are a sure cure. You know,
“‘Although it caused within his home
A very serious schism,
He still insisted flannel-cakes
Were good for rheumatism.’”
“Go on!” exclaimed Jess, laughing. “You sound like ‘Alice in Wonderland.’”
“Say, rather, ‘Bobby in Blunderland,’” added Laura. “But to get back to athletics——”
“‘To return to our muttons,’” quoth Bobby, unrepressed.