now fully aroused bedfellow. "Amy!
Mollie! Get me a gas mask, somebody!"

"I think it's poor Betty that needs the gas mask," retorted Mollie dryly.
"I never heard you talk so much this early in the morning since the first
day of our acquaintance, Grace. What happened to wake you up?"

Whereupon Betty sneezed again, and Grace jumped about a foot in the bed.

"Please take her away, somebody," she wailed plaintively, while Betty
regarded her out of wide and sleep-brilliant eyes. "I heard a doctor say
the other day that at the second sneeze it was time to go to the
hospital."

"Well, run along," twinkled Betty, adding, with a speculative look: "If
you'll wait just about two minutes, I think I can give you another one."

But Grace waited to hear no more. With a bound she was out of the bed and
half-way across the room.

"Goodness!" remarked quiet Amy, with a laugh, "I should think it would be
almost worth while having the 'flu,' Betty, just to see Gracie move like
that."

"Well, I don't know about that," said Betty, rubbing the offending little
nose ruefully. "It's easy to talk when it's some one else who's got it.
Nobody seems to have any sympathy for me at all."

"We would, dear," cried Mollie, slipping out of her own bed and taking
Grace's place beside Betty on the sun-flooded cot, "only you don't really
look as though you were dying of anything, you know--especially influenza.
Betty dear," she added, with an impulsive little hug, "you do look so
pretty!"

"Now she does want a quarter," remarked Grace skeptically, as she took the
place Mollie had vacated. "Don't you believe her, Betty Nelson. It's too
early in the morning to see straight anyway."

Betty laughed delightedly.

"How very complimentary," she said, with a droll twist to the corner of
her mouth. "Never mind, Mollie, it's worth a quarter just for seeing
crooked!"

Mollie hugged her, and even Grace had to laugh.

"Which reminds me," continued Betty, apropos of nothing at all, "that we
have a whole holiday which we can spend just exactly as we please."

"Yes, where shall we go?" cried Amy eagerly. "I thought maybe we could
take Mollie's car and--and--"

Three pairs of curious eyes were focused upon her as she hesitated.

"And what?" they queried in chorus.

"Well, I thought," continued Amy, a little shy, as she always was when
about to suggest something for another's comfort, "I thought we might
invite Mrs. Sanderson to go along."

"Good fo