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