Bloomah's heart was in her mouth when Mrs. Beckenstein clucked her tongue in reading it. She felt sure that the epidemic had invaded one of those numerous family hearths. Her mother handed her the card silently. 'DEAR MOTHER, 'I am rakked with neuraljia. Send Bloomah to fry the fish. Bloomah turned white; this was scarcely less tragic. 'Poor Becky! said her heedless parent.