"How do you feel?" inquired Elaine anxiously, as she almost ran
across the laboratory to Craig.

"Fine!" he exaggerated, brightly.

"Really?" she repeated anxiously.

"Look!" he said, turning to his microscope.

He took some blood from a test tube in our electric incubator and
placed a drop on a slide. It was some of the blood infected by the
germs carried by the tick.

"That is how our blood looked--before the new nurse arrived," he
smiled, while Elaine looked at it in horror.

Then he pricked his arm and let a drop smear on another slide.

"Now look at that--perfectly normal," he added.

"Oh--I'm so glad," she exclaimed radiantly.

"Normal--thanks to you. You saved us. You were just in time,"
cried Craig taking both her hands in his.

He was about to kiss her, when she broke away. "Craig," she
whispered, blushing and looking hastily at us.

Aunt Josephine and I could only smile at the disgusted glance