Lloyd and Eugenia and Joyce had the measles, and nobody would want Betty to come for fear of the contagion.
Mrs.Sherman and Eliot and Mom Beck went from one darkened room to another with hot lemonade, and Betty was left to roam about the place by herself.

Once she slipped into the sewing-room where the tissue-paper costumes were laid out in readiness beside the dainty little flower-shaped hats.

Joyce's was patterned after a pale blue morning-glory, and Eugenia's a scarlet poppy.

Lloyd's looked like a pink hyacinth, and Betty's a daffodil.
"It's too bad," mourned Betty, tilting the graceful daffodil blossom of a hat on her brown curls, and admiring it in the mirror.

"_I_ haven't got the measles, and this is so sweet, it's a pity not to wear it somewhere." Late that evening she heard the Little Colonel grumbling: "Well, this is a house pahty suah enough, I must say! Heah we are in the house, and heah we'll stay and miss all the fun.