'"
Patty sang the line in a high falsetto that made them all laugh.
"Mother's about crazy!" announced Marie, as she came back from
telephoning. "Not that she minds my staying here, but she's sure
I'll have the diphtheria!"
"No, you won't, Marie," said Kit, earnestly. "I asked the doctor
particularly, and he said there wasn't the least danger that any of
us would develop the disease."
"Then why do we have to stay here?" asked Marie.
"Because the house is quarantined. By order of the Board of Health.
You may as well make up your mind to it, cousin, and take it
philosophically, as Miss Fairfield does."
Kenneth telephoned to his office, and then Kit shut himself up in
the library and telephoned for a long time.
When he returned, he said, with an evident effort at cheerfulness,
"Now let's pretend that we're not kept here against our will, but
that this is a jolly house party. If we were here for a month, on
invitation, we'd expect to have a bang-up time."
"But this is so different," said Patty, dolefully. "A house party
would mean all kinds of gaiety and fun. But it doesn't seem right to
be gay, when Babette is dangerously ill."
"But she isn't dangerously ill," said Kit, earnestly.
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