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"
Mrs.
Bonnell
's
children
have
the
measles
,
"
said
Mrs.
Merriwether
abruptly
,
showing
plainly
that
she
held
Mrs.
Bonnell
personally
responsible
for
permitting
such
a
thing
to
happen
.
"
And
the
McLure
girls
have
been
called
to
Virginia
,
"
said
Mrs.
Elsing
in
her
die-away
voice
,
fanning
herself
languidly
as
if
neither
this
nor
anything
else
mattered
very
much
.
"
Dallas
McLure
is
wounded
.
"
"
How
dreadful
!
"
chorused
their
hostesses
.
"
Is
poor
Dallas
--
"
"
No
.
Just
through
the
shoulder
,
"
said
Mrs.
Merriwether
briskly
.
"
But
it
could
n't
possibly
have
happened
at
a
worse
time
.
The
girls
are
going
North
to
bring
him
home
.
But
,
skies
above
,
we
have
n't
time
to
sit
here
talking
.
We
must
hurry
back
to
the
Armory
and
get
the
decorating
done
.
Pitty
,
we
need
you
and
Melly
tonight
to
take
Mrs.
Bonnell
's
and
the
McLure
girls
'
places
.
"
"
Oh
,
but
,
Dolly
,
we
ca
n't
go
.
"
"
Do
n't
say
'
ca
n't
'
to
me
,
Pittypat
Hamilton
,
"
said
Mrs.
Merriwether
vigorously
.
"
We
need
you
to
watch
the
darkies
with
the
refreshments
.
That
was
what
Mrs.
Bonnell
was
to
do
.
And
Melly
,
you
must
take
the
McLure
girls
'
booth
.
"
"
Oh
,
we
just
could
n't
--
with
poor
Charlie
dead
only
a
--
"
"
I
know
how
you
feel
but
there
is
n't
any
sacrifice
too
great
for
the
Cause
,
"
broke
in
Mrs.
Elsing
in
a
soft
voice
that
settled
matters
.
"
Oh
,
we
'd
love
to
help
but
--
why
ca
n't
you
get
some
sweet
pretty
girls
to
take
the
booths
?
"
Mrs.
Merriwether
snorted
a
trumpeting
snort
.
