"Smush! Smush!" Mogey screamed, bursting into Smush's room at the exceptionally early hour of quarter past eleven. "I've been stricken with some horrible affliction!"
"Wha?" Smush mumbled, opening his eyes groggily.
"Say it isn't so, Smush!" Mogey shrieked. "Tell me I haven't got the moose pox!"
"Calm down, Mogey," Smush replied sitting up in bed. "You're fine."
"But my looks are all I've got!"
"It's just ink, I tell you!" Smush shouted, wiping a damp cloth over his pal's face. It came up streaked with blue. "Don't you remember what we were playing last night after supper? This is why I always tell you to wash your face after a game of Freckleface!"
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