I was alone all the time.

You can't imagine how doleful it was to stay in that hot dark room all day by myself." "You poor little Bettykins!" sighed Joyce, sympathetically.

"It's too bad you can't have the measles all over again with us, here at the house party.

It really isn't a bit bad now.

I am enjoying it immensely." As she spoke there was the sound of a horse's hoofs in the avenue, and a moment later a shrill whistle sounded under the window.
"Hello, Measles," shouted a merry voice.
"It's Rob!" exclaimed Lloyd.