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"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."
"You said when I came here and stayed nights when Mrs. Jensen was sick with the flu and everybody else was sick and you couldn't get anybody to do to nurse her you remember?" She did not give him time to answer for she knew that if she paused she could not go on. Her momentum kept her going.
"There's those two blessed lambs in the kitchen, doing wot I'd ought to be doing; and I know Mrs. Archdale 'ud come up an' run things 'ere for me. But wot 'ud 'appen if I did go, I ask you, Murty? Simply they'd take the two blessed lambs out of the kitchen an' put 'em to nursing in the wards, an' next thing you knew they'd both be down with the beastly flu' themselves.
Then Lane told what little there was to tell about himself. And the things he omitted Blair divined. After that they sat silent for a while. "Of course you knew Mel's boy died," said Blair, presently. "Oh No!" exclaimed Lane. "Hadn't you heard? I thought of course you .... Yes, he died some time ago. Croup or flu, I forget."
"Beastly night, Nannie!" he said, as soon as the cough would let him. "Don't suit my style. Well? how are you? Had the flu, like everybody else?" "Not yet, Mr. Roger though it's been going through the house. Shall I take your coat?" "You'd better not. I'm too shabby underneath." "Sir Richard's in the country, Mr. Roger." "Oh, so her ladyship's alone?
"He won't know you," the girl murmured. "You mustn't disturb him just now, anyway. He has fallen into a doze. When he comes out of that he'll likely be delirious." "Good Lord," MacRae whispered, "as bad as that! What is it?" "The flu," Dolly said quietly. "Everybody has been having it. Old Bill Munro died in his shack a week ago." "Has dad had a doctor?" The girl nodded.
He remained a picture of dejection. "Perhaps we ought to let them know," said Lilly. But Aaron, blank with stupid misery, sat huddled there on the bedside without answering. "Ill run round with a note," said Lilly. "I suppose others have had flu, besides you. Lie down!"
"You've been in California for months. You wouldn't hear any mention of my affairs, anyway, if you'd been home. I got back three days before the armistice. My father died of the flu the night I got home. The ranch, or all of it but the old log house I was born in and a patch of ground the size of a town lot, has gone the way you mentioned your home might go if you don't buck up the business.
"I wish you wouldn't use such words," she said tremulously. It meant much for Milly to tremble. "It's like calling that dreadful influenza the flu." Raven was reminded of the old man down the road who forbade secular talk in the household during a thunder shower. It "madded" the Almighty. You might be struck. "I won't," he said, the more merciful of her because she was on the point of going.
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