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"It couldn't be Griffin," said Patricia earnestly. "She was too disgusted with it.",Leaf II. A Love-Letter, Loaded.,The girl unmistakably caught the words, for she turned a brilliant, measuring, half-approving look on her while she slowly began to divest herself of the alluring green apron. She was so evidently used to admiration that her smooth cheek showed no change of color, though the panic red of swift confusion flamed on Patricia's bright face.,"Oh, oh," she breathed, "I didn't know you could talk like that, Elinor. It sounds like some beautiful book.","That is impossible!" he said, positively. "Quite impossible!",Elinor gave her a loving look, and Patricia, appropriating a corner of her big muff, gave her hand a surreptitious squeeze.,"What does she want to see me about?" asked Jen, coldly.,"Quite plain," agreed the major, "saving the presence of the perfume similar to that of the devil-stick.","That kid is a born actress," said David in her ear. "Look at her, Miss Pat. Isn't she the picture of an eminent authoress at a club reception?","You mean that she is jealous of Elinor?" asked Patricia, opening her eyes very wide. "Why, Elinor is only a beginner, and she's studied abroad!","And the room was in darkness--that is, comparative darkness--before then," mused Maurice. "I don't think anyone could have seen the devil-stick unless the lamp was lighted. Was it gone when you lighted up?",Miss Jinny, who had been out scouring the town for the materials for Sinbad's beard, broke in on them breathlessly..