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"Mrs. Dallas," said David, faintly. "It was Mrs. Dallas." "Why bring her name into the question? Yes, I admire Miss Dallas." Elinor came, with the painter following, and as soon as they saw the work of the storm, Bruce awoke to immediate action..
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Judith's voice came plaintively from her room. A glare from Patricia stopped her, but it was too late. A chorus of laughing voices took up the demand, "A song, Miss Pat!" "Don't be stingy, Kendall Minor; tune up!" "Give us a sample, Miss Pat!" until Griffin, with a bow, offered her arm to the rebellious Patricia and led her, protesting and abashed, to the chair whence Elinor had escaped. "She must be unselfish and agreeable," she said, forgetting her momentary prejudice, "particularly when the other doesn't seem to appreciate her society very highly. I fancy that one isn't very diverting. I wonder why they are such chums." "I'm going to take her out with us day after tomorrow—she's not going back to the Academy—and I'm going to get work for her. There's where you can help. She's a good sewer, she says, though she'd rather live with someone and do housework.".
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