Well, if she caught cold from walking home barefoot on a dew-wet road and went into a decline perhaps they would be sorry.

She furtively wiped her tears away with her scarf--handkerchiefs seemed to have vanished like shoes!--but she could not help sniffling.

Worse and worse! "You've got a cold, I see," said Mary.

"You ought to have known you would, sitting down in the wind on those rocks.

Your mother won't let you go out again in a hurry I can tell you.