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"Dido--the negress, of Mrs. Dallas!","You all know," Bruce went on, "that I have been trying an experiment of my favorite theory of art education, but very few of you know how it has progressed. And it is to show you the result that I have lured you here today—to crow over some of you, in fact. The canvas I am going to show you was designed, executed as far as it has gone, entirely by Miss Elinor Kendall, a student of hardly more than nine months' study. The subject is the 'Nativity' and it is designed for a chancel in a small church.","What!" cried Jen, jumping up, "did Dido accuse your mother of the crime?","Ah! you know who committed the first of the crimes," cried Jen, seizing the young girl's arm. "Confess. It was Dr. Etwald who stole the wand of sleep.","You girls are angels to wait for me till the very last moment," chatted Elinor, stuffing her things into her locker recklessly. "I hated to run the risk of not going to the station, but, oh, it was worth it!",It was Elinor's turn to raise misty eyes to the Messenger of the Ideal, and, like Judith, she was silent, busy with this thought.,"Very good. Then you can take out a warrant for his arrest as a murderer, after hearing my evidence.","You have been in the West Indies, doctor?" asked Maurice, bluntly.,Elinor glanced beyond, through the low doorway to the next room.,"Phew! That's great!" cried Patricia, springing lightly to her feet. "It's more like flying than anything else.","No! Dat nossin. If you pour wather in dat stick de poison come alive. Well, dat stick taken, but I no take it. Dat poo' young massa killed wid it--I no kill him. But de udder ting, sah. Dat smell! I mek it for missy, dat all!","To see me, Miss Dallas?".