“We must do.'something for Gwen,’! said Richard. “Let’s see what it says in the Good Health book.’’ “We can’t give her any medicine,” replied Richard. “We want a cure for ennui.” “Ennui!” cried Polly. “I’ve never heard of .it, Has she eaten one?’’' “Ennui is not a one at all,” said Richard. “It’s, a name for feeling fed up. Here we are—l think I’ve got it.” Richard. took the book back to Gwen. “Judging by your symptoms,” he said rather magnificently, “you’re suffering from lack of exercise.” “Symptoms!” cried Gwen.“Whet’s, a symptom? I’ve never even seen one, so how can I have them.” “I mean how you look," said Richard patiently. “And you look to me as if you want some physical jerks.” “I don’t want anything of the. kind, whatever they-are,’’. growled Gwen.

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“We must do.'something for Gwen,’! said Richard. “Let’s see what it says in the Good Health book.’’ “We can’t give her any medicine,” replied Richard. “We want a cure for ennui.” “Ennui!” cried Polly. “I’ve never heard of .it, Has she eaten one?’’' “Ennui is not a one at all,” said Richard. “It’s, a name for feeling fed up. Here we are—l think I’ve got it.”

Richard. took the book back to Gwen. said rather magnificently, “you’re suffering from lack of exercise.” “Symptoms!” cried Gwen.“Whet’s, a symptom? I’ve never even seen one, so how can I have them.” “I mean how you look," said Richard patiently. “And you look to me as if you want some physical jerks.” “I don’t want anything of the. kind, whatever they-are,’’. growled Gwen.