His face had expressed all the emotions from amazement to terror during Patsy's tirade and now he gazed from her firm, determined features to the eggs and toast, in an uncertain, helpless way that caused the girl a severe effort to curb a burst of laughter.
"Now, then," she said, "get busy.

I'll fix your egg.

Do you want more sugar in your chocolate?
Taste it and see.

And if you don't butter that toast before it gets cold it won't be fit to eat." He looked at her steadily now, again smiling.
"You're not joking, Miss Doyle ?" "I'm in dead earnest." "Of course you realize this is the--the end ?" "Of your foolishness?
I hope so.

You used to eat like a sensible boy, didn't you ?" "When I was well." "You're well now.