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Patricia sorted them over rapidly before Elinor had reached the table.,A space was hurriedly cleared at the other end of the table, a chair placed and Patricia saw Elinor, blushing and protesting, thrust into it by a dozen laughing students.,She found Elinor perturbed and excited beyond her wont.,"You do!" cried Jen, in surprise, "And who told you?",Patricia nodded as she held the door wide for Elinor. "Griffin said she'd be ready for us, and Margaret Howes is coming straight down from composition class.",Patricia, meek in experience of past failure, covered her work and put it safely away.,"Ask de great massa.","I shall explain when Dido stops her howling," said Jen, quite undisturbed.,"Oh, you can't say that, Uncle Jen," remonstrated David.,"What in the world did Hannah Ann write to you for?" queried Elinor absently. "She usually sends her weekly reports to me.",Patricia had for once no words, but she fell on Miss Jinny's willing neck, and to Judith's great wonder and Mrs. Shelly's delight, she kissed Miss Jinny with great vigor and despatch.,"I forgot to tell you my name," she said, holding out a strong, slender hand. "I am Margaret Howes, and I know you are Elinor Kendall, for I saw it on your locker. I don't know your sister's name—she is your sister, isn't she?".