“I asked Miss Brown that at recess, and she looked queer and said, ‘None that we know of.’ But I heard of some cases in the Academy; so I told Manny.”
“Why Manny?” asked Mrs. Clyde.
“He’s Chairman of the Committee on Milk, and the Bliss children from our dairy go to the Academy.”
“That explains why Maynard isn’t here, then,” said the grandmother. “I suppose he’s gone out to the farm.”
“Yes. He took the interurban trolley out, to make sure that they’d be careful about keeping the children away from the dairy.”
“Good team-work, Junkum,” approved the presiding officer.
“And I asked Mary and Jim Bliss to come around to-morrow to see Dr. Strong and have him look at their throats.”
“You ought to be drawing a salary from the city, young lady,” said the Health Master warmly. “You may have stopped a milk-route infection; one of the hardest kind to trace down.”
“They’re talking of closing school after to-morrow,” concluded the girl.
“The very worst thing they could do,” declared Dr. Strong.