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"I have failed," he said. "There is nothing left but the devil-stick.","I won't wear out your patience," she promised, as quiet was restored and her voice could again be heard. "I haven't any oration to deliver. I only want to say that I don't know who it was asked me those questions, and I hope I never shall know. You've all been very kind to me, and I'd hate to think that any of you wanted to make me uncomfortable. I'm sure it was simply an initiation stunt, and I for one shall never think of it again.","Did you see the Haldens on the train, Frad?" asked Patricia as she and David were talking aside by the studio window while Elinor was welcoming Tom Hughes and Griffin, Margaret Howes and Mr. Spicer, who had all arrived in a bunch, Tom having lagged behind to get a big sheaf of roses for Elinor, whom he admired immensely.,"I shall help you also," she said sadly. "That is, if you will accept of my help.","What else?",CHAPTER XX. A STRANGE REQUEST.,"Better," said Griffin tersely. "We're so filled with other people's ideas that we've degenerated into regular copy-cats. I can't undertake any subject but that I have a lot of designs by famous painters popping into my mind and mixing me up horribly.",Elinor sat down in surprise. "Oh, but I can't," she protested. "I can't sing at all. Miss Pat——","Well, let me take you home through the garden then—and, yes, I believe I'll stay to supper with Mrs. Henderson. Don't you want to tell me what a little girl like you did in a big city, and—and read me part of that Paris letter I saw the postman give Jane this afternoon?","Obi say dat to me. Your mudder black.","It isn't anything to kill for, Miss Pat," she rippled. "It's merely the Academy ball that takes place next week——","Whose death? Isabella's or Mrs. Dallas'?".