She looked steadily at me.
"Nor I. But it's dreadful to have to wait and hold our hands. I wish I could do something."
"You can," I smiled. "You may pass me the potatoes, and after I have finished eating you may play for us. We must show these scurvy ruffians that we aren't a bit afraid of them."
CHAPTER XII
MY UNEXPECTED GUEST
"And will they murder us all in our beds?"
Miss Berry, very white but not at all hysterical, had Blythe penned in a corner by the piano as she asked the question.
"Don't be a goose, auntie," her niece smiled affectionately.