Patsy's face was calm, but her heart beat fast, with a thrill of fear she could not repress.

Acting on impulse, as she had, the girl now began to consider that she was personally responsible for whatever result might follow this radical treatment for dyspepsia.

Had she been positive it _was_ dyspepsia, she would never have dared interfere with a doctor's orders; but she felt that the boy needed food and would die unless he had it.

He might die from the effect of this unusual repast, in which case she would never forgive herself.
Meantime, the boy had cast aside all fear.

He had protested, indeed, but his protests being overruled he accepted his food and its possible consequences with philosophic resignation and a growing satisfaction.
Patsy balked on the third slice of toast and took it away from him.