"
"That's scarlet fever too," said his brother.
"Pick somethin' a boy's apt to have."
"Hot dogs then," said Beany. "I got an awful pain."
A delightful, dimply nurse met them at the Hospital. She heard
their tale of woo sympathetically, and the boys, with a wisdom
beyond their years, beamed back at her.
"I will fix you something that won't spoil all the rest of your
day," she said; and quickly stirred something in a glass that
looked suspiciously like ginger and tasted like red pepper.
They were still talking, "stallin' along" as Porky said
afterwards, when a group of people came out of the inner office.
Colonel Bright led the way, his daughter on his arm.
"Yes, indeed," he was saying to the doctor, "she will be all
right now. It was a wonderfully narrow escape for both of them.
Do all you can for Captain DuChassis. I'm sorry you won't let me
take him home with me to-night. We are really very comfortably
fixed in Syracuse."
"Well, that's lucky," sighed Porky. "We know where he is for a
few hours anyhow. Now there wont be any murderin' done while we
find out just what's what."
"People are beginnin' to thin out. What time is it? Just five?
Great Scott! We better be on our way.
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