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"What does it matter if we do miss the train?" she insisted. "We can take the early one in the morning. We'll be home almost as soon.","You may laugh, but it's true, all the same," said Judith decisively. "And I'll prove it to you all before long—see if I don't.","So he is," replied Patricia, promptly. "No end younger than I am; but boys are that way. Who's your other letter from, Ju?","That reminds me," broke out Griffin. "There's a prize for the mud larks, too. I've forgotten what it is, but it'll be posted in the morning. There's your chance, young 'un. You're eligible for it.",They loitered about the room, chatting at various tables, and were taken by surprise at last by the breathless arrival of their late guest. She hailed them with an air of the bearer of important news, and as soon as they were ensconced in their corner with the cocoa safely bestowed on a stool at Patricia's right hand, she opened her heart.,"What!" David made a step forward and stared at the wall. His face was quite pale, and his hands trembled in spite of his efforts to control himself.,He held up his finger.,"I am disgusted with her, too," said Mrs. Dallas, indorsing the major's exclamation.,"But how do you know it isn't David's?" persisted Judith, as she gathered up her letters. "We never asked David when his birthday came, did we?","Dinner, one small lean chop, slice of toast, spinach or lettuce salad. No dessert or sweet." My poultry-yard is full of fat little chickens, and I wish I were a sheep if I have to eat lettuce and spinach for grass. At least I'd have more than one chop inside me then.,"But you don't mean to say that she believes in it!","Where is Dr. Etwald?" demanded the major, anxiously..