"Dear Mrs. Perry," she said, "I am SO sorry for you! To have
Babette's illness, and then to have the burden of four guests at the
same time! But, truly, we'll make just as little trouble as we can,
and I hope you'll let us help in any way possible."
"Oh, Patty," Lora Perry said, in a choked voice, "I feel dreadful
about making you stay here in these circumstances! Just think of all
your engagements,--and all the fun you'll miss. It's perfectly
awful!"
"Now don't think of those things at all. Just remember that your
four guests are not complaining a bit. We know you're sorry for us
and you know we're sorry for you, and we're all sorry for poor
Babette. Now that part's settled, and we're all going to make the
best of it. You don't go into Babette's room, do you?"
"Oh, no; I couldn't go near the baby, if I did. And the patient has
a trained nurse, you know. Honestly, Patty,--you don't mind my
calling you Patty, do you?"
"No, indeed, I like to have you."
"Well, I was going to say, I don't really think there's a bit of
danger of infection for any of us. But, of course, you know what a
doctor's orders are, and how they must be obeyed."
"Of course I know; now don't you think for a moment of any petty
little disappointments we girls may have.
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