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"I can't sing them all at once," she said, gayly. "But if you'll settle on one that I know, I'll do my best for you. You've given me an awfully good time tonight, and I'm only too glad to sing for you.",Judith put the key in its lock, turned it easily and then swung the door wide, but before the others could catch even a glimpse of the interior, she gave a little squeaking cry and rushed in, leaving the door to bang after her.,"How could she?" wondered Patricia, feeling awed by this devotion to art.,"I did not find it at all," rejoined the major, gloomily; "Lady Meg brought it to me.",Naskowski, on his way to the modeling room, paused to answer Patricia's question.,"About Dido, sir?","Isn't she the limit?" said Patricia in disdain. "She oughtn't to eat frivolous things like éclairs. I wonder at her lack of judgment.","A traitor?" echoed David, with a flush rising in his pale cheeks.,Doris Leighton, passing, stopped for a gay word with Patricia and Judith as they loitered in the hall. She made a laughing little gesture of envy when she heard their program for the day, which Patricia, eager to make amends for the unspoken slight upon her, poured out generously.,"It's a shame," she said, with a marked effort to subdue her own complacency. "Everybody knows you are much too conscientious to do such a thing. I've told everybody how shocked I am that Mr. Benton should make such a horrid mistake. It's simply a thought wave, and I've told everyone that you're not at all to blame.","What's Bruce doing here?" asked Patricia, as they resigned themselves to the inevitable and prepared to await the event.,Their new acquaintance of the corridor stopped at their table as she, too, made her way out..