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"Mrs. Dallas," said David, faintly. "It was Mrs. Dallas.","It's your affair, Norn," she demurred. "You ought to do the talking.","I, massa! Ole Dido she do nuffin. Massa Maurice he die Voodoo! Oh, yes.",Patricia yawned and rose. "I guess I'll follow her virtuous example. I'm really getting awfully drowsy, now it's so quiet," she confessed.,"I'll remember," laughed Judith, her anticipation of the delights of lunching at the Academy with grown-up artists shining in her starry eyes. "I'm perfectly crazy over it. I'm going to write all about it in my diary.",CHAPTER I. THE MAJOR AND HIS HOUSEHOLD.,"And I am glad to tell you that the youngest of our promising students has also made good in her own department," he said, with a smile at the corner where Judith reared her head with sudden pride.,"We found the window open when we came in," said Maurice. "Did you open it?","Oh, you can't say that, Uncle Jen," remonstrated David.,Patricia giggled. "You're in for it, Norn. You have to pony up for the head and the night life, too. I'm in luck to be in the mudpie department.",The play was all that had been promised and they sat through its mystic-scenes with rapt attention, comparing notes enthusiastically in the intervals when the curtain was down, and when it was over they came out into the daylight with that peculiar sensation of unreality in the daylight world that follows an enthralling matinee.,"I don't quite understand.".