CHAPTER XXVI

DESCRIBETH A BREAKFAST PARTY “But where,” said Dallas, glancing round the bright, cosy little breakfast-room, “where is she—where’s Patience?” “In bed!” answered Josepha, throwing open the wide casement. “Oh don’t look so frightfully anxious—you see, being nearly well she’s more of an invalid than ever, and insists on breakfasting in bed—she doesn’t know you’re here, yet. But indeed, Keith, I’m afraid you’ll be jealous, she’s growing so fond of Uncle Jed.” “I’m not surprised,” he answered smiling. “All children lov…