"So that's it? Well, now run along. And please don't come again until you are nice—and smiling."
"Oh, look here, Madge."
"Run along——"
"But there isn't any place to run."
Laughter lurked in her eyes. "Oh, Georgie-Porgie—for once in your life can't you run away?"
"Do you think you are funny?"
"Perhaps not. Smile a little, Georgie."
"How can anybody smile, with everybody sick?"
"Oh, no, we're not. We are better. I am so glad that Flora is improving."
"Oscar thinks it is because that little old man prayed for her. Fancy Oscar——"