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"Supper—slice of toast and an apple." Why the apple? Why supper at all?,I sat down at the long table by the window and slowly prepared to enjoy myself. I cut off four slices and buttered them to an equal thickness, and then more slowly put a long silver spoon into the jam. I even paused to admire in Jane's mirror over the table the effect of the cascade of lace that fell across my arm and lost itself in the blue shimmer of Madame Rene's masterpiece of a negligée, then deep down I buried the spoon in the purple sweetness. I had just lifted it high in the air when out of the lilac-scented dark of the garden came a laugh.,"It isn't anything to kill for, Miss Pat," she rippled. "It's merely the Academy ball that takes place next week——","Pardon me," said Etwald, raising his hand in protest. "If you interrupt or call me names, I shall tell you nothing. To proceed," he added, seeing the major held his peace. "I am out on bail, and must come up for trial soon on the charge I spoke of. However, I am not afraid, as I can defend myself in a manner you little dream of. But being out on bail, I came to see you.","'He or she,'" repeated Jen, slowly. "Dido I mentioned; but 'he!' who is 'he?'",Patricia took the bit of canvas board, and held it at arm's length, squinting at it with eyes that gradually brightened.,"Clever child!" commended Bruce. "That escaped my notice. You're right, of course. Go ahead. Open up.","Where is the devil-stick?" demanded Jen, wrathfully.,Then the judge and I both laughed. We couldn't help it. The judge leaned farther over the fence, and I went a little nearer before I knew it.,"I never want to set eyes on you again," said Jen, bluntly.,Miss Jinny shook her head. "I always was bent on sea-life and I know a lot about it. I can swap tales that'll make them believe I'm the only genuine Sinbad, and I wouldn't miss the chance for a mint," she said conclusively.,Leaf III..