I suppose I must have caught cold.

It'll be a grizzly nuisance if I can't play on Saturday!" "You _must_ play!" urged Winona.

"We've got to beat the Sixth or perish in the attempt! You go home at once, and get some hot tea, and go to bed afterwards if you don't feel better.

You may stop in bed all to-morrow if it'll do you good!" "Thank you, Grannie! Perhaps I will go home now.

I really am feeling rather queer." "She looks queer, too," said Bessie Kirk to Winona, as they stood watching Joyce's retreating figure.