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"No, not Dr. Etwald, but the person who stole the devil-stick.",Doris shrank back with a low, horrified cry.,"Yes, you do, too!" cried Judith ardently, flinging out a masterpiece. "You sound like a syncopated opera; doesn't she, Bruce?","I'm not so sure of that," retorted Maurice; "I love Isabella, and come what may I intend to make her my wife.","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.,"If you remember, sir. Dido called to see you that day.","There she is," she said ardently. "You can't deny, Elinor, that she's terribly good to look at. Why, the very way she manipulates that frilly napkin reconciles me to my food. I declare I'm twice as hungry as I was before.",Patricia hesitated. "But perhaps you'd rather have an easier costume,—Aladdin's mother, or——","I ain't a fool, sir," said the tramp, with a sheepish grin. "I should, you bet.",Then, suddenly as it had come, the storm passed, trailing dark, yellow-gray, ragged clouds in its wake. The light came back and the awed girls at the little window saw below them in the emerald meadows, wide ugly yellow splotches that grew as they looked, meeting other growing patches of swirling yellow water from the lanes and roads. Trees showed fresh wounds and masses of broken branches clotted the discolored waters of the brook. Birds called excitedly and flew exultantly about in the limpid air. The sun flung gay greens and golds. The storm was past.,"Why do you speak of her?" asked Maurice, fiercely, while David looked loweringly at Etwald.,Etwald rose to his feet and stretched out a menacing hand..