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"Pooh! they're as stupid as the rest," thought Patricia contemptuously, and she let her attention wander, studying the various ghosts, making mental notes as to height and size for future reference.,"No. I have no idea why Dido should serve Etwald.","Literary grandmother!" exclaimed Patricia scornfully. "She's a conceited chicken that thinks she's a nightingale because she can peep louder than some. Wait till you've had some of your stuff printed, Judy, before you boast. Anyone can scribble——","Why do you speak of her?" asked Maurice, fiercely, while David looked loweringly at Etwald.,Dido's fierce black eyes flashed out a gleam of rage, and she cursed Maurice audibly in some barbaric tongue which Isabella seemed to understand. At all events she interrupted the woman's speech with an imperious gesture.,"It would seem that Dido has a great deal to do with these matters," said Etwald, looking up to the roof.,"How much," squeaked the leader, more shrilly than ever, "did Bruce Haydon bribe the Board to let you in?",Patricia thought Doris Leighton looked pale as she stood up on the model stand to read the nonsense verse that was on her candy bag, but her loveliness wrought the same spell on the others as it always had, and they listened to her silvery voice in appreciative silence, and applauded her warmly at the end.,"I don't go so far as that," protested Jen. "If we found the person who stole the devil-stick from my smoking-room I might guess the truth.",David stared sullenly at the ground, but in a moment or two he lifted his head in a defiant manner.,Judith scanned the doors critically, her brows puckered and her head aslant.,"I'd be ashamed to have anyone see them if I'd done them," declared Patricia, unconvinced. "They seemed quite cocky over them, poor idiots. I hope some of them do better than that, or I shan't learn much.".