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"Well, of all things!" exclaimed Patricia indignantly. "We're locked out!" Bruce stepped to the space that had been with difficulty kept at the west side of the studio, and stood before them with his hand raised. It was clearly impossible to learn anything from so obstinate a creature, so Jen repeated that he would call upon Isabella on the morrow, and dismissed the negress. As she left the room Dr. Etwald followed her, and on his return mentioned casually that he had been giving Dido some instructions as to what was to be done with Isabella. Patricia, abashed by being thus publicly admonished, murmured something about its being only the first dance, and not knowing many people, but Miss Jinny cut her short..