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"Georgie" shouldn't like old Muffin face to run any risks."

"Thank you," said I. "I shouldn't have expected so much forethought. Let me know the verdict."

Georgie rooted up a tuft of grass with his stick.

"I noticed that the poor little chap tossed about a good deal in the night," said he, "but I thought that might be the usual thing in a five-year-old. How was I to guess it meant a temperature? When you come to think of it, it was rather awkward—my plunging him into the middle of all those people last night."

I thought uneasily of Drusilla who had hugged him—of our baby, who had been hugged by Drusilla directly afterward.

Georgie, however, chuckled.

"They'll all be in fits for a fortnight," said he, "waiting for their rashes to come out. Serve 'em right."

"What about you?" said I.

"Oh, I'm all right!" he answered 155