"Rules or no rules, I'm going to Carita." But Mary held her fast. "Oh, no, Blue Bonnet, please, please don't! It will get you in trouble. Go find Mrs. Goodwin. She's awfully nice, really she is. She'll tell you all about it." But Mrs. Goodwin was nowhere to be found. "That settles it," Blue Bonnet said. "I shall go to the Infirmary." And to the Infirmary she went. The door was closed. Blue Bonnet opened it boldly. Carita lay on one of the little hospital cots, her eyes closed, her face almost as white as the sheet that was drawn up close about her. "Carita--Carita, dear," Blue Bonnet said softly, kneeling down beside her. "What's the matter? Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" The closed eyelids fluttered for a second, then opened wide with terror. "Oh, Blue Bonnet, go out of here, quick! They don't know what I've got. You might catch something!" For answer Blue Bonnet smoothed the black hair from the white brow and looked into the face eagerly. "Please--please go, Blue Bonnet. I'm all right. Really I am! Please go away; anyway until the doctor comes." A little red spot began to glow in each of the white cheeks and Carita tried to sit up in bed. She fell back limply. Blue Bonnet was terror stricken. "What do they mean by leaving you alone?" she said, clasping and unclasping her hands. "It's outrageous!" "I've only been alone a few minutes. Mrs. Goodwin just stepped out a minute." As Carita spoke the door opened and Mrs. Goodwin herself entered, followed by a very professional looking man carrying a satchel. Mrs. Goodwin looked at Blue Bonnet in surprise, and as the doctor went over to Carita's bed, she took her to one side. "You must go out of here at once, Miss Ashe; this is quite against the rules." Blue Bonnet caught Mrs. Goodwin by the arm impatiently. "What is the matter with Carita? Is it anything very dreadful--a disease like typhoid or anything?" "We don't know yet," Mrs. Goodwin replied, opening the door and showing Blue Bonnet out. "Will you please let me know as soon--as soon as you know yourself, Mrs. Goodwin?" The alarm in the girl's face appealed to the kind house-mother and she promised willingly: reiterating that Blue Bonnet must not come again to the Infirmary without permission. Blue Bonnet passed out of the room slowly, casting a lingering glance toward Carita. The doctor had her hand, was feeling her pulse. "I will come to your room, Mrs. Goodwin, after my English period, at nine forty-five. May I? Perhaps you will know more then. May I, please?" "Yes, Miss Ashe. And say nothing about this to any of the girls." Blue Bonnet promised and went to her class reluctantly. At nine forty-five she left the classroom and went straight to Mrs. Goodwin's room, but Mrs. Goodwin was not in. She went on to the Infirmary. This time she knocked and stepped back well from the door. Mrs. Goodwin came out, closing the door behind her. Her face looked serious, though she tried to speak lightly.