United States or Mali ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
You know how bitter Viola is about never getting the children to herself for a minute." Phyllis slipped an arm through her tall husband's, as they stood by the steps together. "No, but Allan, what would you do?" Allan laughed. "Send him back to Wallraven, and tell Johnny Hewitt to see that he's plunged into the middle of the chickenpox epidemic we fled from. How would you like that, young man?"
He took the hand she offered, but he said nothing, and after she was gone he went into his room, and flinging himself across the bed, buried his face in the pillows. The new year began inauspiciously at the Queerington's. In the first place Bertie woke up with the chickenpox and was banished to the nursery.
"I'm so glad you did!" said Joy fervently. "We were like Old Man Kangaroo we had to!" smiled Phyllis. "There's chickenpox at our usual summer home, so we basely fled, leaving Johnny to struggle against its fearful ravages single-handed." Joy sat Angela down, because she was beginning to wriggle. "Is Johnny your brother?" she asked shyly. Phyllis shook her head.
She said hush up, that co'ting was like mumps and chickenpox and he was about to get a second spell. Does it make you want a beau too, Miss Elinory?" "Well," answered Miss Wingate slowly with a candor that would have been vouched no other soul save the sympathetic Eliza, "it might be nice."
Phyllis pounced on her babies at Allan's alarming suggestion, and managed to hug them both at once; an ordeal which Philip stood with every evidence of pleasure, and Angela under protest. "My poor little lambs! ... Allan, this is the first chickenpox they've had up there since the summer we came. We'd been married a month or so, and you weren't quite sure whether you liked me or not.
"Oh! the chickenpox! take caer! letters, notes, every thing may convey the infection," cried Mrs. Beaumont, snatching the paper. "How could dearest Miss Walsingham be so giddy as to answer my note, after what I said in my postscript! How did this note come?" "By the little postboy, mamma; I met him at the porter's lodge." "But what is all this strange thing?" said Mrs.
I trust that the preventive blessing of vaccination has or will be extended to a country so liable to be afflicted with this dreadful scourge. A distemper called chachar, much resembling the smallpox, and in its first stages mistaken for it, is not uncommon. It causes an alarm but does not prove mortal, and is probably what we term the chickenpox.
If she should do anything so domestic, half Winsted would break out with mumps or chickenpox. Where did you say we'd have the meeting?" "At the boat house. We might as well use it, now we have it. But I didn't know you broke out with mumps." "That's only figurative. Polly, why have you gone back to braids and bows? You look very infantile for a real Wellesley sophomore."
I had the chickenpox, which made me keep to my bed three weeks, in which I had very bad care, though my father and mother thought I was under excellent care. The ladies of the house had such a dread of the smallpox, as they imagined mine to be, that they would not come near me. I passed almost all the time without seeing anybody.
"Next summer I shall be twenty-five years old," she said to herself, "and the whole thing has been a waste." Each time the energetic promenaders passed her chair she heard a few words of their conversation, on hunting often, and the dogs, and the children, Bertie's cleverness, and Muriel's chickenpox, but always the Prince seemed interested and polite.
Word Of The Day