"Oh," she whispered, with a quivering lip, "if I only had a mother to sing to me like that, I wouldn't mind having the measles or anything else!" * * * * * The worst was over in a few days, and then two cots were carried into Eugenia's room for Lloyd and Joyce to occupy during the day.

The windows still had to be kept darkened, but the girls managed to find a great deal to amuse themselves with.

They would not have fared so well had it not been for Betty.

Many an hour she spent in the dim room, when the summer was calling to her on every breeze to come out in its sunshine and be glad in its cheer.

Many a game of checkers she played with the exacting invalids, when she longed to be riding over the country on Lad.