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"Why did she not come in?" asked Jen, coldly, for he did not feel very amiably disposed toward the widow.,"They do look a bit queer," admitted Elinor, reluctantly. "Perhaps when you've worked on them more——","What is it?" asked the major, pausing at the door.,Judith nudged her sharply. "Miss Jinny's got her hand unwrapped and it's a ring!" she hissed.,"Time for bed, mama dear," she said clearly. "I've got your ginger tea ready for you, and I guess it's the last you'll want this year." In a lower tone she explained to the others: "Just brewed it to make her feel more at home, you know. She doesn't need it in this fiery furnace of a place.","Wait," replied Maurice, in the same tone. "I shall not let him think that either of us is afraid of his charlatan tricks.","Yes, it's going some," returned Griffin nonchalantly, as she started up the stair again, dragging the board after her. "The March Hare originated it back in the dark ages, and we've been doing it off and on—when the authorities don't get on to us.","We can't go now," cried Patricia, throwing her voice above the sound of the wind, but Bruce and Elinor at the other end of the barn were apparently absorbed in the spectacle, and did not hear her. Judith cuddled close and Patricia felt her hands go cold, but she could only clasp them harder to reassure her—no words could reach her ear.,"By what right do you say that?" demanded Maurice, sharply.,"I don't go so far as that," protested Jen. "If we found the person who stole the devil-stick from my smoking-room I might guess the truth.","My dear Lady Meg, I am so sorry to have been absent when you called. I hope you have not been waiting long!","Oh, Doris!" was all she found to say, as she stretched eager hands toward her..