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Carlstrom was a Swede, with a big black moustache whose ends stuck straight out in the air. He looked exactly like a stylish colonel to say the least—a very cross colonel though! No, there was no use going to the stable.,"Show it to me to-day," says he, with interest.,"I should think so indeed, poor men!" exclaimed Miss Acton.,"About the loveliest day that ever happened in Hillsboro," he said, and there was still more of the delicious smile, "though I hadn't noticed it so especially until——","It was rather better than I anticipated, thank you," not in the haughty tone adopted by her half an hour ago, but, in an unnerved and frightened whisper.,Her lips tightened. Her hands unclenched and gripped the table as she slowly arose.,The taxi stopped with a bump at the curb and Patricia sprang out, paid the man and joined Miss Jinny on the sidewalk before the door had opened to admit the little worn trunk that the driver shouldered with such ease.,"Good-morning, doctor," she said, as he replaced his hat; "I suppose you have come to see my mother.","I wonder what they are like, and if they'll like us," mused Elinor, her gaze on the fire that was snapping on the hearth in Miss Jinny's room where the sewing was being done.,Judith gave an impatient wriggle, but it was Patricia again who spoke.,There was no better luck this time and when he came again to the door he was ready to admit defeat.,"You are pleased to talk conundrums," says Rodney, with a shrug. "I confess my self sufficiently dull to have never guessed one.".