Aunt Lucy bustled in and took one look at their spots. "Chicken-pox," she said, and there was general lamentation. "Well, there it is," said Aunt Lucy finally, "holidays or no holidays there's nothing we can do about it. It might have been worse. Get back into bed, Susan, I expect Uncle Charles will keep you in bed for a few days - certainly as long as you're running temperatures. Bill and Charlotte have had it, thank goodness, I'll go and relieve her mind. She's practically bathing in disinfectant and rinsing out her mouth and gargling and changing her clothes!"
From SUSAN'S HELPING HAND, Chapter 1, Chicken-pox.