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"Even so. Why should she have perfumed the handkerchief?","You've planned the refurnishing of that east wing to suit the style of nearly every girl in Hillsboro since Tom put on long trousers, Bettie Pollard, and they are just as they have been for fifteen years since you did up the whole house," said Mrs. Johnson as she poured a wine-glass half full from one bottle and added a tablespoonful from another.,"Oh, don't spoil sport, Moll! You said you would wake up this town, and now do it. It seems twenty instead of six years since I went to a party with you, and I'm not going to wait any longer. Everybody is there, and they can't all have Miss Clinton.","The great master," repeated Jen; "you mean Dr. Etwald?","Oh, Doris!" was all she found to say, as she stretched eager hands toward her.,"No. I believe he found the devil-stick as he says. Within the grounds of Mrs. Dallas, mind you!","Who lighted the lamp?" demanded Jen, sharply.,"To see me, Miss Dallas?",Elinor, helped by Miss Jinny, shed her wrappings and stood revealed as a lovely Princess of China, with billowing draperies and flashing glass jewels and a tiny filet sparking on her dark hair. Some of the swarm about the mirrors turned at Patricia's exclamation, and with generous admiration pressed back upon themselves so that for a moment the dark, serious beauty of the Princess of China flashed out at Elinor from the long oblong of the glass, filling her lovely eyes with a gratified light and flushing her tinted cheeks a deeper pink.,"He's all of that. He's the youngest professor in the school and no end a good fellow," supplemented Tom Hughes, heartily.,"I'll give you the names later on, Mr. Inspector. In the meantime, be good enough to conclude your report of Battersea's confession. It interests me deeply.","Who--who--told you?" stammered the young man, as pale as death..