“Or worse than that, even, be quarantined!” laughed Nance.
“Pretty hard on you, honey, as it would stop the ceremony,” suggested Molly.
“What do you usually have when you have anything?” asked Margaret with her judicial manner.
“Neuralgia!”
“Then neuralgia would be the natural thing to have when you have not anything.”
“Of course! Then, Molly, all day to-morrow your poor husband is ill with neuralgia. Not even the servants and children must come in my darkened room. I’ll be home in the night and wake up the next morning feeling much better,” and Molly hurried off to pack the grip.
“In time to give the bride away!” suggested Judy.
“May I tell Andy all about it?” asked Nance shyly.
“Of course! We would not be so cruel as to make you start out with a secret from your lord and master,” said Edwin.
“It makes me so mad to think how kind Andy was to that man, offering his medical services to him and what not. I know the brutes had a good laugh over his gullibility. Andy told me afterwards that he could not understand the case, and if the man wasn’t shamming, it was the most peculiar thing he had ever seen: the way he jumped up out of his chair when he was so lame.”