"What you need is backbone. You haven't any more courage than a two-year old child. What ails you?"
"You say I haven't any courage," answered Cora hotly. "I'll show you whether I have or not. What do you want me to do?" she demanded, straightening up to her full height and looking Patricia squarely in the eyes.
"That's the way to talk, dear," nodded Patricia. "Let's take a walk. Forget the mean things I just said to you, but I had to do it to put some spunk into you."
"There comes that Margery girl," exclaimed Cora.
"Don't mind her. She wouldn't see the side of a house if it were set up right in front of her. I can't say as much for that perfectly impossible Grace Thompson. She is as sharp as she can be, and she isn't afraid to speak right out before everybody. Didn't you see how she held her ground last night when most of the others ran away."
"Oh, she was in the secret. She knew all about it," answered Cora Kidder.
"That's where you make a mistake. She didn't. Didn't you see how frightened she was at first?"
Cora shook her head.
"You must keep your eyes open," advised Patricia. "You've gone too far to take any chances; that is, any more than you have to take. She was going to run, then she held herself steady by sheer grit. I don't like her, I don't like any of them, but I know real courage when I see it and she showed it last night."
"Harriet knew, though?"