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to a group of young people. It was interesting
and Betty did not realize how cold she was until
Chet said, "You're shivering, Betty Lee. Come
right inside. They've a one-cent grab-bag and
we may draw whistles for tomorrow's game."

"Sure you can afford it, Chet?" laughed Betty
as she followed obediently.

That Betty missed pneumonia was providen-
tial, her mother told her; but feeling that she
was taking cold, Betty herself took the usual
preventives and went to bed. It was late, to
be sure, and she had intended to get up early
the next morning. But she forgot to set the
alarm on the little clock and woke only when
her mother called her. She set a book before
her at the breakfast table and studied on the
street car as best she could; but what a poor
beginning to the day it was! There was nothing
but the game to anticipate, so far as pleasure
was concerned. Her throat tickled, but Carolyn,
who also had a slight cold, had some cough
drops. They positively could not miss that
game!

Betty was not sure of herself in recitation
that Friday. She stumbled through English,
in which she was usually so good that her
teacher looked surprised, but refrained from
comment, as Betty was one of her best pupils.

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