“Isabel faint!” exclaimed Virgie. “I don’t know, though; she said she was dizzy this morning. Perhaps she’s coming down with something.”
“We were all going down for a while,” assented Hilary, with a smile.
“Nothing serious the matter with Hilary, Lilian—she can joke still.”
“But you girls will find out how Isabel is before long and let me know, won’t you?” begged Hilary. “Excuse me now; I’m going to sleep. I’m glad to get rid of the hot grey blanket that I had to wear, to cover deficiencies in wardrobe.”
Hilary impolitely turned her back upon the girls, while Lilian drew the sheet and light blanket about her shoulders, pulled down the shade part way, and tiptoed out, propping the door ajar that the June breeze might pass through. Then she took a book and sat down in the study to keep guard.
Betty and Virginia had gone right out. “I’m going straight to Miss Randolph,” said Betty. “Cathalina is my room-mate, and she will think it’s all right for me to inquire.”
“So is Isabel mine,” said Virginia. “Do you suppose she has come back from the hospital?”
“I should think so, unless there is something wrong with Isabel. The nurse will telephone everything.”
As the girls approached Miss Randolph’s door, with that guilty feeling of intrusion which attacked them under such circumstances, Mickey came out, having been called in to be questioned. His face was red, but he was smiling.
“Oh, Mickey—you can tell us better than anybody how Isabel really is and all about it.”