"She used to be," was Judith's frank reply. "But since you've become an artist, like Aunt Louise, she fairly adores you!",
"Mrs. Dallas. She had missed her daughter and had been seeking for her in a state of terror, surely natural under the circumstances. I found her pacing the veranda, wondering what had become of Isabella.",
"Mercy, Judy!" cried Patricia in genuine consternation. "You mustn't examine us all with your private microscope. It isn't fair!".
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