"Goodness, Betty, how wonderful!" exclaimed her friend. "I do so want to see that over-blouse you bought. And you say she is making another?"
"Is that all you"ve got to say about it?" demanded Betty, staring.
"Why--er--you know, it really is none of our business, is it?" asked Bobby, but with dancing eyes. "You know Miss Prettyman told us that the greatest fault of character under which young ladies labor to-day is vulgar curiosity. Oh, my! I can see her say it now," declared naughty Bobby, shaking her head.
"But, Bobby! Do think a bit! A girl and a horse both of the same name, and just recently from England! I"m going to ask right out what it means."
"Who are you going to ask--the horse?" giggled Bobby.
"Oh, you! No, I can"t ask the pretty black mare," Betty said, shaking her head. "For she is going to be sent away for her health. She"s got what they call "distemper." She has to be acclimated, or something."
"It sounds as though it might hurt," observed Bobby gravely.
"Something ought to hurt you," said Betty laughing. "You are forever and ever poking fun. But I am going to see Ida Bellethorne in the shop and find out what she knows about the pretty mare."
"Well, I"m sorry I didn"t see the horse," confessed Bobby. "But I"ll go with you to see the girl. And I do want to see the blouse."
That, Betty showed her the moment they arrived at Fairfields and could run upstairs to the room the two girls shared while Betty visited here. The latter unfolded the orange-silk blouse and spread it on the bed. Bobby went into exstacies over it, as in duty bound.
"Wait till you see the one she is making for you," Betty said. "You"ll love it!"
"What is that you are going to love?" asked a voice outside the open door.
"Measles?"
"Oh, Bob! Who ever heard the like?" demanded Betty. "Love measles, indeed.
Why--What makes you look so queer?"
"Greatest thing you ever heard, girls!" cried Bob, his face very red and his eyes shining. "I didn"t really understand how much I had come to hate books and drill these last few weeks."
"What do you mean?" demanded Roberta Littell. "If you don"t tell us at once!"
"Why, didn"t you hear? Telegrams have come. To all our parents and guardians. Measles! Measles! Measles!"
He began to dance a very poor imitation of the Highland Fling in the hall.
The girls ran out and seized him, one on either side, and big as Bob was they managed to shake him soundly.
"Tell us what you mean!" commanded Betty.
"Who has the measles?" cried Bobby.
"Everybody! Or, pretty near everybody, I guess. The chaps who had it and were quarantined when we came away from Salsette, gave it to the servants.
And it has spread to the village. And Miss Prettyman"s got it and a lot of the other folks at Shadyside. Oh, my eye!"
"Are you fooling us, Bob?" demanded Betty.
"Honor bright! It is just as I say. Of course, it all isn"t in the messages the two schools have sent out to "parents and guardians." That is the way the messages are headed, you know. But the Shadyside _Mirror_ has come, too, and tells all about it. Opening is postponed for a fortnight.
What do you know about that?" and Bob began his clumsy dance again.
Betty broke away and darted down the stairs. She scarcely touched the steps with her feet she flew so fast, and if it had not been for the banister she surely would have come to the bottom in a heap.
She ran out on the porch to find her Uncle d.i.c.k smoking a cigar and reading the paper in a warm corner. Like a stone from a catapult she flung herself into his arms.
"Oh, Uncle d.i.c.k! Uncle d.i.c.k! Now we can go!" she cried, seizing him tightly around the neck.
"Goodness, child!" choked Uncle d.i.c.k, fairly throttled by her exuberance.
"What is it? Go where, Betty?"
"To Mountain Camp! With you! All of us! No school for more than two weeks!
Oh, Uncle d.i.c.k!" Then she suddenly stopped and her glowing face lost its color and her excitement subsided. "Dear me!" she quavered, "I "member now I had "em when I was six, and they say you can"t have "em but once."
"What can"t you have but once?"
"Measles," said Betty, sighing deeply. "I suppose after all I can go back to Shadyside. Maybe Mrs. Eustice will expect all of us that have had "em to come."
CHAPTER VI
A DISAPPEARANCE
There was an exciting conclave at Fairfields that evening. Perhaps I should say two. For in one room given over by the good-natured Mrs.
Littell to the young folks there was a most noisy conclave while the older members of the household held a more quiet if no less earnest conference in the library.
There were eight in the young folks" meeting for Mrs. Littell insisted upon Esther"s going to bed at a certain hour every evening "to get her beauty sleep."
"And I"ll say she is sure to be a raving beauty when she grows up, if she keeps going to bed with the chickens," giggled Bobby.
"You know she can"t go to Mountain Camp anyway," Louise said quietly, "for her school isn"t measly and it begins again day after to-morrow."
"Poor Esther!" sighed Betty. "We must make it up to her somehow. I was afraid she would cry at dinner this evening."
"She"s a good kid," agreed Bobby. "But are you sure, Betty, that we can go to the mountains? Just think! Eight of us!"
"Some contract for Mr. Gordon," observed Tommy Tucker with unusual reflection.
"How about it"s being some contract for Mr. and Mrs. Canary?" suggested Bob Henderson. "Maybe they will shy at such a crowd."
"I asked Uncle d.i.c.k about that," Betty said eagerly. "He told me all about Mr. and Mrs. Canary. He has known them for years and years. They must be awfully nice people and they have got a great, big, rambling bungalow sort of house, all built of logs in the rough. But inside there is a heating plant, and electric lights, and shower baths, and everything up-to-date.
Mr. Canary is very wealthy; but his money could not keep him from getting tuber--tuber----"
""Tubers,"" said Bob with gravity, "are potatoes, or something of that kind."
"Now, Bob! you know what I mean very well," cried Betty. "His lungs were affected. But they have healed and he is perfectly well as long as he stays up there in the wilderness. The air there has wonderful cur--curative properties. There!"
"Look! Will it cure such a bad attack of poetry?" interrupted Bobby, drawing the attention of the others to Timothy Derby and Libbie who, with heads close together, were absorbed in a volume of verses the boy had brought with him from home.
"It might help," said Bob. "It ought to be cold enough up there at Mountain Camp to freeze romance into an icicle."