"Every color looks pretty on Snowball. I think the ribbon must be pink, because Debby likes pink herself. No?" as the Doctor shook his head. "Red, then. Debby likes red, too."
"I suppose I may as well tell you. It is yellow! A glorious, golden yellow."
"How lovely! Yes, Uncle, I mean it. I think yellow is a beautiful color; but it wouldn't do for me to wear it, you know. Why, the sun and moon and stars and Dick and ever so many of my favorite flowers are yellow, so you can't tease me about that color."
"I am a naughty old chap to tease you about anything. Come, Rob, it is long past her bedtime. It will be a case of
'You can't get 'em up,
You can't get 'em up,
You can't get 'em up in the morning,'"
sang the jolly man.
On the way down stairs he said, "As far as the measles are concerned, she could be with the family now; but she is weaker than I like to see her, and the little excitement of being with the babies again would be more than is good for her at present. So I have put her off another two days. She will not try to exert herself as much with Sister Julia as she would down stairs. She is getting along better, however, than I expected, for she has had a pretty severe attack; but I have every reason now to hope that it will leave no bad effects."
"How about her eyes? is the sight in any danger?" was the father's anxious question.
"Not now. The disease often affects the eyes; but Sister Julia has been very careful, and the danger is passed. We may all go to sleep to-night with light hearts."
Ah, how little the wisest of us know! How little we suspect what the next hour may bring!