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Mrs. Shelly in her new bonnet with a gay little pansy on it, Miss Jinny in another bran new hat, made quite a festive appearance, and the great humor of them both and their sincere pleasure in being so important a part in the little home group gave an added zest to the evening's merry-making. "I wonder," she said, wrinkling her brows, "if Doris Leighton was afraid I'd garnish my panel with any of her ideas; she was so unnaturally stirred up about it." Elinor sat down in surprise. "Oh, but I can't," she protested. "I can't sing at all. Miss Pat——".
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"Why do you sing the death song?" asked Mrs. Dallas, opening her eyes, Patricia watched her with studious eyes as she pinned on her hat and hurried into her wraps, holding forth the while in an exultation most unusual to her. "You go to ruin us," wept Mrs. Dallas. "What, David, back again!" he said, ignoring the question asked by Sarby. "So you did not stay to dinner?".
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