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"It would seem so from this veracious history the major is telling us, said Etwald, with irony.,"Good old Norn!" she cried, with a mighty hug. "I told you that you were the real stuff! Ju and I are mighty proud of our big sister, aren't we, Ju?",Patricia underwent a swift change as she lifted her shining eyes to Bruce's laughing face.,CHAPTER III. DIDO.,"Mr. Maurice! God, sir, what does this mean?" he cried, aghast with sudden horror.,CHAPTER IX. AFTER THE DEED.,"Oh, it isn't fair—" she broke out, but the words that boomed so loudly in her ears were only a faint whisper, and she staggered blindly for a moment.,"Indeed you did no such thing," retorted Etwald, coolly. "My story is quite different to that of Dido.",Elinor smiled and her shining eyes traveled down the wide dim corridor with its rows of battered gray lockers, past the confusion of chairs and easels that clustered around the big screen of the composition room, straight into the farthest nook of the great bare work rooms beyond, where an array of heroic-sized white casts loomed conspicuous in the cold north light above the clutter of easels, stools and drawing-boards that encompassed the silent, intent workers.,Patricia looked after her with loving pride. "How pretty she is, and how clever," she thought tenderly. "And the best part of it is that she doesn't know what an adorable dear she is. I hope she gets an honorable mention, even if she can't hit the prize. She deserves a lot of good times, after all those lean years when she took such good care of us.","She had your room all fixed with the best covers, but Elinor persuaded her to reconsider it," smiled Patricia. "You're going to be as much at home as any of us, Frad dear, and I'm glad the time will soon be here for your school to shut up and let you come H-O-M-E, home.","No, dat only drib away bad debbils. But you scratch de skin with one leetle bit of it, and you die, die, die!".