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Elinor promised, smiling at Patricia's vehemence, and went off with her canvas, securely wrapped against curious eyes, held firmly in one gray-gloved hand.,"Yes, it's going some," returned Griffin nonchalantly, as she started up the stair again, dragging the board after her. "The March Hare originated it back in the dark ages, and we've been doing it off and on—when the authorities don't get on to us.",Patricia blushed with pleasure, and Griffin called out heartily, "Bring her in, Eitel. There's going to be another!","Oh, you're just in time!" she cried, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining with a great light of happiness. "You were Aunt Louise's best friend here, and you'll know just how she'd feel. I got my criticism!" She paused, choking with emotion. "He came up behind me, and he stood there so long I was afraid to go on working; and when I stopped, he spoke out loud, twisting his moustache and popping off his eye-glasses.","Gone over to Brance Hall, sir.","Slammed him good and hard," returned Griffin succinctly. "Told him he was fifteen different sorts of a lobster.","I think it would be perfectly glorious," she said gratefully. "It's wonderful that you should bother with us. I can't thank you——","Dat so?" said a hoarse voice at the door.,"Now, don't let's waste time," said David briskly. "Where are we bound first? How about taking a peep at the art-joint? Do you allow visitors in the morning?","It looks like a foreigner, all right," ventured Tom Hughes, and was rewarded for his courage by a flash of passionate gratitude from Patricia's big gray eyes.,Patricia sighed and stretched herself luxuriantly.,What his real name was nobody knew, but he said that he was called Battersea, after the parish in which he had been reared as a foundling..