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Elinor smiled and her shining eyes traveled down the wide dim corridor with its rows of battered gray lockers, past the confusion of chairs and easels that clustered around the big screen of the composition room, straight into the farthest nook of the great bare work rooms beyond, where an array of heroic-sized white casts loomed conspicuous in the cold north light above the clutter of easels, stools and drawing-boards that encompassed the silent, intent workers.,"Nobody's asked me," she repeated more firmly, "and so I'm not going to make any. So there!",CHAPTER XVIII. THE DEVIL-STICK THIEF.,"Why? What can he have to say to my mother?" cried Isabella, in surprise.,"Mother!" cried Isabella, with a pale face.,"What has that to do with your meek and lowly gratitude?" he asked with the trace of a smile.,He pushed a way for them to the group which surrounded the flushed and gracious recipient of the Roberts prize, and before Patricia quite realized how he did it, he had them ensconced with Elinor in a cozy corner of the print room, and had heard the whole story of the stolen design.,Elinor nodded mutely and clasped Patricia's two hands in her own. Bruce took Patricia's other hand in his strong, warm grasp and the three stood for a silent second as much apart from the gay, noisy scene as though a curtain had dropped between them.,"Then you know that I am aware of your deception about the handkerchief?",Patricia grinned. "You two geniuses understand each other, I see. Might a humdrum mortal remind you that David is just about sliding into the train shed at this moment?",Across the road a huge sycamore blocked the way and on the pike a giant willow had crashed down.,"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——".