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Te! Their eyes met. A great light swept over his face and he lifted his
hat. Then the surging crowd carried him out of her range of vision. "I
don't see what you find to look so pleased about, Evadne," grumbled
Isabelle, as they drove homeward. "For my part I think the whole thing
was a fizzle." "I was thinking," said Evadne slowly, "of the power of a
laugh." "The power of a laugh! What in the World do you mean?" "I mean
that it is a great deal better for ourselves to laugh than to cry, and
vastly more comfortable for our neighbors." "Evadne will not be down,"
announced Marion the next morning as she entered the breakfast room.
"She caught a dreadful cold at the concert yesterday and she can't lift
her head from the pillow. Celestine thinks she is sickening for a
fever." "Dear me, how tiresome!" exclaimed Mrs. Hildreth. "I have such a
horror of having sickness in the house,--one never knows where it will
end. Ring the bell for Sarah, Marion, to take up her breakfast." "It is
no use, Mamma. She says she does not want anything." "But that is
nonsense. The child must eat. If it is fever, she will need a nurse, and
nurses always make such an upheaval in a house." "You had better go up,
my dear, and see for yourself," said Judge Hildreth. "Celestine may be
mistaken." "Mercy!" cried Isabelle, "it is to be hoped she is! I have
the most abject horror of fevers and that is enough to make me catch it.
Fancy having one's head shorn like a convict! The very idea is
appalling." "Oh, of course if there is the slightest danger, you and
Marion will have to go to Madame Cast