Kenny, pensive, ate but little.
He seemed very sorry for himself and eyed Joan with melancholy tenderness.

When at last the dreadful subject was broached, Ann stoutly defended everybody.
Frantic, Kenny pushed back his plate and began to stride around.
"Sit down," said Ann.

"You're making everybody nervous.

Of course you don't blame Joan.

And of course you can't blame--" "I'm not blaming anybody," sputtered Kenny.