Patricia joined in David's peal of laughter. "Shades of Hannah Ann defend us!" she cried, gayly. "Don't spring any more bombs like that on us, Infant. We've got to last till lunch time, anyway.",
Dido hesitated, looked at Mrs. Dallas, and came out with a lie.,
"That gives me the creeps," she remonstrated. "I don't like it. It sounds like funerals and ghosts——".
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