"
"Casabianca," the doctor murmured; Miss Kirby was past murmuring
anything; all her efforts were directed towards at least a semblance
of self-control.
"I shore told you, that young-un was a limb," Sarah muttered.
"Sarah was very anxious to fix me all up properly, Aunt Julia," Patricia
went on, "but of course, after you had said--and I thought you'd feel
better if the rest wore gingham aprons too. Sarah was very kind about it
though," with a smile in her direction.
"You go 'long, Miss P'tricia," Sarah protested.
Miss Kirby bit her lip. "That is all very well, Patricia, but--"
"We've had such fun, haven't we, girls?" Captain Kidd appealed to her
fellow pirates.
"Oh, we have," they chorused back.
"And having supper out in the meadow when we hadn't expected it was the
best part," Nell added.
"What would you suggest?" Miss Kirby turned to her brother.
His smile told her that he knew quite well that she was shifting upon
him the responsibility of deciding. As a strict disciplinarian--in
theory--it would never do for her to countenance such unlawful
proceedings. He rose to the occasion promptly. "Soap and water for these
highly reprehensible young folks, after that--the ice cream--seeing that
the cherry pie came to a timely end.
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