CHAPTER IV "Got your rubbers on?" called Cousin Stickles, as Valancy left the house. Christine Stickles had never once forgotten to ask that question when Valancy went out on a damp day. "Yes." "Have you got your flannel petticoat on?" asked Mrs. Frederick. "No." "Doss, I really do not understand you. Do you want to catch your death of cold again?" Her voice implied that Valancy had died of a cold several times already. "Go upstairs this minute and put it on!" "Mother, I don't need a flannel petticoat. My sateen one is warm enough." "Doss, remember you had bronchitis