This overjoyed her so far that she fairly glowed.
"Oh, I'm so glad you approve, Ulie dear. And you'll help me, won't you?"
"You bet I will, ducky dove."
"That's glorious. Now which will you pretend to have, yellow fever or smallpox or—"
"Which will I pretend to have? Do you mean to say that you expect ME to go bed with a fatal disease?"
"It doesn't have to be fatal, my love. Just so long as it's contagious, you know."
"Well, of all th—what's to happen to my business?"
"Why, you can call it a vacation. And you can pretend to get well after Christmas; or you can have the doctor say it wasn't yellow fever after all."
"But I stay in bed for several days, eh?"
"Oh, you can move round all you want, just so 's't you don't go outdoors, and keep away from the windows."