Jane eyed her brother suspiciously.
“Kit Baker, what’s the matter? What do you mean? Why are you talking such a lot about Edward Hammond having the measles? It all happened over a year ago anyhow, and he’s as well as you or I, now.”
“It wasn’t Edward I was thinking so much about as the measles.”
Jane turned.
“What about the measles? You don’t think you’re getting them, do you? Have you been exposed?”
“You don’t have to be exposed to get the measles.”
“Oh, but you do, I know. Else why is mother always so careful to keep us away from any one who has measles?”
“Oh, I suppose you can catch them from somebody else, but you can get them without being exposed, too, because Edward’s mother said he hadn’t been exposed, so there.”
“She said she couldn’t find out that he’d been exposed,” corrected Jane. “But I’d like to know what difference it makes now, Kit Baker. Do you feel as if you were getting the measles?”
“Not exactly, only—why, don’t you see? If one of us was to get the measles, we couldn’t go back to town so soon. And whichever one of us had ’em would have a bully time, with presents and sweetbreads and things,” he added hastily, as if offering an inducement.