When the doctor arrived the girls were in their beds. Agnes was already in a fitful sleep; but Ruth lay with wide-open eyes, burning up with fever, with her usual domestic anxieties riding her like a nightmare.

"Be sure and see that Tess wears her high shoes if she goes to school to-day, Mrs. Mac," she murmured to the housekeeper. "Those others that she likes so, leak in the snow and slush. And Dot's new gloves are in my sewing basket. I had been tightening the b.u.t.tons."

"Hold on!" commanded Dr. Forsyth. "Let's pay a little attention to Ruth instead of Tess and Dot. How do you feel, my dear?"

"Like a Baltimore heater, thank you, Doctor," Ruth replied, in a saner tone. "Have I been very crazy?"

"Very. Especially when you went to that party last evening," declared the medical man. "Now be quiet-limbs and tongue! I've got to look you over pretty thoroughly."

"If there's any-anything fun-funda-any fun, doctor, I want to be in it!"

She really meant to say "fundamentally wrong" and that she wanted to know what it was; but in truth Ruth Kenway was light-headed, and it was some hours before she became her usually sane self. Agnes was not so seriously ill, but she was threatened, as Ruth was, with complications which might have resulted in the dreaded pneumonia.

"And I don't want them to get the flu, either," growled Dr. Forsyth.

"That's going around, too. Now, no school, remember, for the little ones! Nor are they to leave the warm rooms of the house-no playing in that ghost-haunted garret." That referred to an old joke that had haunted the four Corner House girls when first they had come to live in Milton. "And keep them away from the sick ones. We do not know what may develop."

"Oh, goodness gracious!" gasped Agnes, who chanced to hear this. "You don't mean to say I've got anything catching, Dr. Forsyth?"

"It wouldn't surprise me, Miss Flyabout," he declared grimly.

"Oh!" cried Agnes, and then began coughing what Neale declared to be the real 'Hark, from the tomb' cough. "Do I spray everything with microbes when I cough like that?" she panted.

"With germs, perhaps."

"Then give me a veil. I must strain 'em," gasped Agnes.

"Never mind straining them," chuckled Dr. Forsyth. "We'll do the straining. You don't want to keep all those squirmy germs to yourself.

Cough and get rid of them."

But although he could joke with Agnes (and she would certainly have been in a very bad way if she could not joke) the physician took extra precautions that this serious cold should not spread to the other members of the Corner House household. He left medicine for all.

After Tess and Dot had taken their several doses of medicine, they did not clamor to go to school.

"I feel so mean that I guess I wouldn't be any good in school,"

confessed Tess, and went to lie down.

Dot struggled with her dose, and although they both felt better the next morning, she could not wholly forgive Dr. Forsyth for ordering such a bad tasting draught.

"Hullo, Dorothy!" said the doctor jovially, when he appeared on that next day to see how his more important patients were getting on. "What do you think of the medicine I gave you yesterday?"

"I-I don't want to-to think of it at all, sir," stammered Dot. "I'm-I'm trying to forget it!"

Like Neale and the adult members of the household, Mr. Howbridge became at once anxious about Ruth and Agnes when he heard of their illness.

Even Agnes' jokes could not hide the fact that the two girls were in a serious condition.

"We lie here with only a wall separating us, barking like two strange dogs on either side of a picket fence," said the flyaway sister. "How's Ruth now? Bark, dear, and let me hear you!"

But Dr. Forsyth forbade much conversation-especially at the top of Agnes' "barking voice," as she expressed it. Mr. Howbridge said gloomily enough to the physician:

"I am really worried about those girls. I thought they were enough of a charge when I first a.s.sumed responsibility to the Court for them. But now I am afraid that I may lose them."

"Nothing like that! Nothing like that!" exclaimed Dr. Forsyth. "But I won't say that conditions are not serious. They may be housebound for a good part of the winter."

"You don't say! And just when I was considering very seriously getting into a more cheerful climate, myself, for January and February. You know, I begin to feel those two months in my bones, Doctor."

"Ha!" exclaimed Dr. Forsyth with interest. "Going South, are you?"

"Say 'were you?'" grumbled the lawyer.

"Oh, you can safely go when January comes," said the physician cheerfully. "The girls will be in shape to travel by New Year's, if there is no set-back."

"What's that?" demanded Mr. Howbridge, his eyes opening.

"You did not consider going without the girls, did you?"

"I certainly wasn't considering going with them!" exclaimed the lawyer.

"Why not?"

"Ahem? And why?"

Dr. Forsyth burst into laughter. "It will be a breath of new life to Ruth and Agnes; and of course they could not be contented without Tess and Dot along."

"Wait! Don't say it all so fast," groaned Mr. Howbridge. "I have only just got rid of those twins. Hedden and I have scarcely got our breaths.

And to travel with those four girls--"

"You won't mind it," chuckled Dr. Forsyth. "You know you won't."

"But how about Hedden? I believe he will give me notice."

However, the idea went with the lawyer, and stayed with him. The holidays were approaching. Although the two older Corner House girls got out of their beds and were supposed to be convalescent, they were weak.

They just lay around the house and were willing to be waited upon. But Ruth did not forget the Pendletons and was glad that Mr. Howbridge found work for the man who had been injured.

Neale played games or read aloud with Agnes by the hour. Sandyface, the old cat, came dragging in her newest litter of kittens-all four of them-and bedded them down in Ruth's sewing basket at that invalid's feet.

"Aye," declared Mrs. MacCall one day, standing to look from one sister to the other, "it's somebody must always pay the fiddler. This time you two la.s.sies be payin' tae the full!"

CHAPTER VI

SAMMY PINKNEY'S DEVOTION

Of course Tess and Dot Kenway had gone back to school after a few days.

But while they were housed up Sammy Pinkney learned something. He scoffed at girls as playfellows quite openly when he was in the company of the smaller Corner House girls, but in secret he missed their companionship sorely.