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Tom Hughes, who had been surreptitiously glancing at his watch beneath the table cover, spoke reluctantly.,Doris Leighton, with a rather flushed face, leaned forward as Patricia spoke and touched her on the shoulder.,"What!" cried his guardian, rising. "Do you dare to sit there and tell me that you are a traitor, a coward, and an ungrateful man?","It would seem that you suspect Dido or my mother of having something to do with the matter," she remarked coldly.,As they went back to the flower-decked sitting-room, Judith edged close to whisper in her ear.,Some little distance from the major's abode stood a long, low rambling house on a slight rise. Surrounded by deep verandas, it was placed in the middle of emerald green lawns, smoothly clipped; and these, lower down, were girdled by a belt of ash and sycamores and poplars, which shut out the house from the high road.,"Aren't the bags perfect ducks?" she laughed, handling the gauzy bundles with dexterous fingers. "And those verses are too cute for words. What a time we all had over them! Ju's are the best, though she mustn't know it; funny without being personal. It was terribly hard to get such a mob, too. How many are there altogether, Norn?","Well, he's dear with any name, and I'm glad Judy discovered him when she did, money or no money," said Patricia seriously. "He was so disappointed when Madam Blitz said my voice needed another year to grow in, that I'm awfully glad I've hit on something to do that will fill in the time, and keep me learning. That's really the great thing, isn't it, after all?","One moment, Miss Dallas. What influence has Etwald over the negress?","How perfectly heavenly!" exclaimed Patricia, with rapture. "I wish I'd been there to hear it.",When the last verse had been read and the laughter died down, Griffin raised her voice again.,CHAPTER IV. VOODOO! VOODOO!.