"I thought she was going to faint a while ago.

It'll be a hideous nuisance if she has to be out of it." "Our best bowler! It's unthinkable!" groaned Winona.
"It's hard luck, but I'm certain Joyce won't play on Saturday," said Mary Payne.
The team was feeling rather down at the prospect.
"We may throw up the sponge if Joyce is off!" mourned Olave Parry.
"Shut up, you bluebottle!" snapped Winona, decidedly out of temper.
"Joyce may be absolutely well again by Saturday, and if she isn't Marjorie Kemp must take her place.

Do be sporting! You'll never win if you make up your mind beforehand that you're going to lose!" When Winona walked into _V.a._ on the following morning she looked anxiously in the direction of Joyce's desk, but the familiar check dress and amber pigtail were not to be seen.

Little groups of girls were standing in clusters, talking in apparent consternation.
"Well! Have you heard the news ?" asked Garnet, stepping forward to meet her friend.
"No.

What's the damage?
You're looking very down in the dumps!" "Joyce Newton has developed small-pox!" "Nonsense!" exploded Winona.
"It's perfectly true," said Garnet, with severe dignity in her voice.
"One only wishes for Joyce's sake that it wasn't! The news has only just come.