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"Miss Judith Kent Kendall has just had her first story accepted and printed in The Girl's Companion.",Before Maurice could take up the implied challenge, which threw doubts upon his moral courage, Mrs. Dallas advanced heavily to meet her visitors. Isabella had already flitted like a white butterfly into the drawing-room, and her mother received the two young men alone. Her reception was, as usual, ponderous and vague.,"Mrs. Dallas?" cried David, starting from his seat. "Did she steal the devil-stick?","Give notice to the police.","H'm! You are pleased to be mysterious. Why not tell me your business?",Judith, whose eyes were still wide with astonishment, touched her arm.,Elinor smiled a wistful little puckered smile. "Perhaps I am rather lop-sided in my feelings," she confessed. "I always feel so dreadfully sorry for the wrong-doers, and the less they care the sorrier I am.",Dinner was long over, Judith's lessons done and bed-time come, when at last Patricia hurried down to the long parlor where Doris sat in the dim light.,The windows remained dark, and the only sounds on the quiet side street were the wind in the wet trees and the sizzle of the arc light above her head.,"Certainly, as the accomplice of Etwald.","We caught our first view of Bruce Haydon here—remember, Norn?" said Patricia, happily consuming her entrée. "Wouldn't it be fun if we'd run across someone else this time?","Your preserves. Confound your insolence!".