“‘Measles or mumps, Bessie,’ she cries, ‘and on Lady Elizabeth’s Wedding day! What on earth are we to do?’
“‘Well, your Ladyship,’ I said, lowerin’ my voice a little, ‘knowin’ as how your Ladyship and his Lordship would want no fuss until after the Ceremony was over, I have taken it upon myself to move Miss Nerina upstairs to the old night nursery. I’ve put her into bed there and given her a soothin’ syrup. It’s my belief that in a few minutes she’ll be fast asleep. I’ll look after her, your Ladyship, and she’ll come to no harm. When the Weddin’ is over, if she’s no better we can send for the doctor. We don’t want to go frightenin’ people with fear of infection.’
“‘No, indeed,’ her Ladyship says and she lays back again on the pillows.
“‘You have done the right thing, Bessie,’ she says,
