stopped, Miss Simpshall rushed out between the two dusty laburnums by the gate.
'Don't come in!' said Miss Simpshall wildly.
'My dear Miss Simpshall' said mother.
The hair of the nursery-governess waved wildly in the evening breeze. She shut the ornamental iron gate in mother's face.
'Don't come in!' said Miss Simpshall again. 'You shan't, you mustn't'
'Don't talk nonsense,' said mother, looking very white. 'Have you gone mad?'
Miss Simpshall said she hadn't.
'But what's the matter?' said mother.
'Measles,' said Miss Simpshall; 'it's all out on them—thick.'
'Good gracious!' said mother.
'And I thought you'd perhaps just as soon Molly didn't have it, Mrs. Carruthers. And this is all the thanks I get, being told I'm insane.'
'I'm sorry,' said mother absently. 'Yes, you were quite right. Keep the children warm. Has the doctor seen them?'
'Not yet; I've only just found it out. Oh, it's terrible! Their hands and faces are all scarlet with purple spots.'
'Oh dear, oh dear! I hope it's nothing worse
