the girl's hand and at one glance she "knew the worst."
"Oh Betty!" gasped Louise, "what's the matter?"
For Betty had emitted a squeal of despair. She shook the paper before their eyes.
"Come on, Betty!" cried Bob. "Get it out—if it's a fishbone."
"It's all over!" wailed Betty. "Measles don't last as long as we thought they did. Shadyside opens two days from to-morrow, and we have got to be there. That's Monday. Oh, dear, dear, dear!"
"Say a couple more for me, Betty," growled Teddy Tucker. "I suppose Salsette will open too. Back to Major Pater and others too murderous to mention."
"And the Major's got it in for you Tucker twins," Bob reminded him wickedly.
"That's Tom's fault," grumbled Teddy. "If he hadn't sprung that snowball stuntOh, well! What's the use?"
"Life, Ted believes," said Louise, "is just one misfortune after another. But I do hate to leave here just as we have got nicely settled. My goodness! what's the matter with Ida? Something's happened to her, too."
Ida had sprung to her feet with one of the recently arrived New York papers in her hand.
