"Don't talk of blame, Mr. Cameron, please," said Patty's soft voice; "you kindly brought us here to give us pleasure and you did so. The fact that this emergency has arisen is of no blame to anybody. The only one to be blamed is the one who cannot meet it bravely!"
CHAPTER XI
MEETING IT BRAVELY
"You're the most wonderful girl in the world!" exclaimed Cameron, in a burst of admiration at Patty's speech.
But Kenneth looked steadily at Patty, with a thoughtful gaze.
"You're keyed up," he said to her, gently; "and if you take it like that, you'll collapse."
"Like what?" Patty snapped out the words, for her nerves were strung to a high tension.
"Doing the hysterical histrionic act," and Kenneth smiled at the excited girl, not reprovingly, but with gentle sympathy. "Now take it standing, Patty,—face it squarely,—and you'll be all right. We're housed up here,—for how long, Cameron?"
"I—I don't know," said Kit, looking desperate.
"That only means you won't tell," declared his cousin. "Own up, Kit, how long did the doctor say?"