The Rivi regimen was suspended for the
visit. Mildred, back in New York and at work again,
found that she was apparently none the worse for her
holiday, was in fact better. So she drifted into the
way of suspending the regimen for an evening now
and then--when she dined with Mrs. Brindley, or when
Agnes Belloc had something particularly good. All
went well for a time. Then--a cold. She neglected
it, feeling sure it could not stay with one so soundly
healthy through and through. But it did stay; it
grew worse. She decided that she ought to take medicine
for it. True, starvation was the cure prescribed
by the regimen, but Mildred could not bring herself to
two or three days of discomfort. Also, many people
told her that such a cure was foolish and even dangerous.
The cold got better, got worse, got better. But
her throat became queer, and at last her voice left her.
She was ashamed to go to Moldini in such a condition.
She dropped in upon Hicks, the throat specialist. He
``fixed her up'' beautifully with a few sprayings.
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