It's always my luck!" "Why had you to stop ?" "My back ached!" Instant apprehension overspread the faces of her friends.
"Joyce Newton!" exclaimed Winona, "you're never going to get small-pox again, and stop the athletic display ?" "You don't feel sick, or head-achy, or sore-throaty, do you ?" implored Bessie.

"For goodness sake stand away, if you're infectious! I don't want to be another contact case!" "What pigs you are!" said Joyce plaintively, "One can't catch small-pox twice!" "But you might be going to get scarlet fever, or measles, or even influenza!" "Stop ragging! Mayn't I have a back-ache if I want?
It's my own back!" "Have as many back-aches as you choose, my hearty, but don't disseminate germs! If the athletic display doesn't come off, I'll break my heart, and you can write an epitaph over me: "Here lies one who young in years, Left this mortal vale of tears; Cruel fate hath knocked her down, Tom from her the laurel crown, To win the gym display she sighed, But as she might not jump, she died!" "Look here!" said Marjorie.

"I suppose the medal lies fairly well between us four.

I vote that we make a compact--whoever wins treats the other three to ices! It would be some compensation for losing!" "Good for you, Jumbo! I'm game!" agreed Bessie.
"If you'll undertake they'll be strawberry ices!" stipulated Winona.
"I mayn't eat ices, they disagree with me!" wailed Joyce, "but if you'll make it chocolates." "Done! I won't forget.

Ices for Bessie and Winona, and a packet of Cadbury's for Joyce.