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Leaf VI. Conflagration.,"Yes. I don't know what possible things you can find to say to me after this interview; but, as you make such a point of it, I'll see you.",She came to the doorway with her hat and furs still on and repeated the question. Griffin gave her a synopsis of the row and the casualties following, which she received with a little protesting laugh.,"Mother!" cried Isabella, with a pale face.,"Where is Mr. Sarby?","It couldn't be Griffin," said Patricia earnestly. "She was too disgusted with it.","By Mrs. Dallas!","What is the matter with you today, Ju?" she asked in an undertone, "I do wish you'd behave yourself. Bruce will be sorry he asked us if we're going to act like wild Indians.","Here's Judy! On time to the dot!" she cried. "Come on in, Ju; drop your plunder into my strong arm and let us introduce you to the Academy.","They stole the body?",Their new acquaintance of the corridor stopped at their table as she, too, made her way out.,When Elinor and Patricia were alone, Patricia opened the subject that had been occupying her thought for the last few minutes..