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Patricia turned with a gasp of delight. "Bruce!" she cried delightedly. "You dear thing! You've come in the nick of time. Isn't it splendid that Elinor's won the prize? Did you hear about it? Aren't you perfectly crazy over it?","That is improbable, if to do so she has to betray her mother or her nurse. I don't think you'll learn much in that quarter, major.","No; that is not the answer.",Some little distance from the major's abode stood a long, low rambling house on a slight rise. Surrounded by deep verandas, it was placed in the middle of emerald green lawns, smoothly clipped; and these, lower down, were girdled by a belt of ash and sycamores and poplars, which shut out the house from the high road.,Elinor gave a gently contemptuous sniff as she stowed it away in its corner. "No doubt—with all those experienced students competing! Some of them have been there ten years, Miss Pat. I simply haven't the ghost of a show, and you know it.","I guessed as much," resumed Etwald, with a cold smile. "Now, it is strange--",But Patricia, with a laugh, broke from her and lifted the curtain.,"Fine! Fine!" he cried, nodding his head approvingly. "That beats them all! My wife, she used to sing that song, and I liked it fine, but you beat them all!","What a crowd!" exclaimed Elinor, as they pushed their way to the cloak room. "I hope the floor won't be too full for dancing!","Oh, Bruce, the sycamore you painted is gone!" called Patricia, not turning. "Come and see!","I never follow any one's example, major," he said, dryly. "It is always my custom to act independently.","I did not, however, Jaggard. I fell asleep in the library, after Mr. Sarby had gone to bed; and, of course, I had every confidence in you.".