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Elinor put an end to the discussion by pointing to the clock.,Billy removed the coat he was wearing and passed it over to his mother. She turned it inside out, and inspected it closely.,"And you will sing me something?",“I should say so,” said Bob. “But it must cost a fortune to construct all this. Do you know about how much?”,Here the conversation was stayed for a minute or two by the entrance of a footman with a tray of sandwiches and cakes, and ale for Captain Weaver, and wine, and the like.,"Pardon me, doctor," said Maurice, stiffly. "I mention no names.","Dido--the negress, of Mrs. Dallas!",“Gee, this is bully,” commented Bob, as he lay stretched out on the porch of the general store, out of the glare of the sun. “I never thought just resting could be such fun!”,"What does she do?" asked Patricia, delighted with the ease and candor of this speech. She felt sure this rickety, loose-jointed, pale-colored young woman was going to be worth while.,"Oh, yes!" replied Little Red Riding-Hood, "on the further side of the mill that you see down there; hers is the first house in the village.","Enjoying myself?—No, I never do that," says Rodney, with unexpected frankness.,"It is late," he says. "You should be at home, child. Who am I, that you should do me so great a service?" Then, turning quietly to Rodney, "I have not the pleasure of your acquaintance, sir," he says, gravely; "but I entreat you to take Miss Scully safely back to the Farm without delay.".