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"Very good, major; I understand why I am a traitor. But a coward?","Indeed! And am I ever to learn the reason of your extraordinary behavior?","Had we better get the kiddie some thinner night-rigging?" he hastened to ask as I was just about to explode. He knows the signs.,"It isn't stuffy," defended Judith with a flash. "It's a nice, crackling word, and I got it from Arnold Bennet, if you want to know. He uses it all the time. And I've got another, too—'inept'—and that's what you are now, Patricia Kendall. I'm ashamed of your extreme indifference to the beauties of your own language.","Don't I always study like this?" replied Judith without looking up. "Go ahead as long as you like—only don't talk. I want to study.","Now for a sight of the dislocated gentleman," said Elinor gayly. "And then for the great event.",Elinor was waiting for them, and Patricia could see that she was in a state of great agitation. She hurried to her, while her companion dropped behind to exchange notes with one of the men from the composition room.,"Good heavens!" cried Jen, recoiling. "What do you mean?",Patricia, Hannah Ann, and the Haldens met on the blue rug, and Patricia was the first to find her voice.,David looked at Jen in astonishment.,Patricia wriggled out from her warm nest reluctantly. "There's lots of time," she assured Miss Jinny. "That's the first call. We've got half an hour yet.",Patricia retreated to the tree, and Doris stood with one hand clutching the cloak and the light strong on her face. She looked more beautiful than ever to Patricia's friendly eyes, and there was a calm strength in her manner that awed while it comforted her. All consciousness of herself was gone, and, Patricia felt, gone forever, and in its place a quiet courage that spoke of conquered pride and vanity and selfishness. Doris Leighton had found herself..