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"Are you alluding to Dido?" demanded Jen, rather surprised at her tone.,When she had done with her drawing, she went to the piano and passed another half-hour at that instrument, then took up some work which she presently neglected for a novel, and shortly after eleven o'clock she mounted to her bedroom to prepare herself for a drive with her aunt.,"Which have you selected for your future partner, Judy?" teased Patricia, turning to her little sister. "I saw your speculative eye upon them, and I knew you were weighing them well. Which is it to be—Tommy or the Prof?",“Yes, but there is a lot more to forestry than that. I’d like to show you some day how modern logging is done.”,Jean’s face fell, and she didn’t look at Billy when she spoke. “My mother says I mustn’t wrestle any more.”,"Maurice is not here. Come, Miss Dallas, let me take you back to your mother.","It wasn't the train so much," says Doatie, with a merry laugh, "as Nolly: we weren't any time coming, because he got out and took the reins from Hewson, and after that I rather think he took it out of your bays, Nicholas.",Aunt Grenertsen looked at them over her glasses.,"How do you know that?" asked the mother, eying him sharply.,'My night has no eve,,"Are you willing to accept the command of the Minorca?",In answer to his wife’s reproof, Mr. Wopp almost roared, “Where’s the hammer? Gone hide an’ hair it is, like everythink else.”.