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"Now for a sight of the dislocated gentleman," said Elinor gayly. "And then for the great event.","Look here," says Geoffrey. "I won't have Mona spoiled. If she hadn't a headache, she hadn't, you know, and if you were at home, why, you were, and that's all about it. Why should she tell a lie about it?",We sing round the tree.,Violet is growing as nearly frightened as good breeding will permit at the protracted sobbing, when Sir Nicholas speaks.,"I'll never learn to be composed and considerate," she sighed as she crept in beside the slumbering Judith. "I'm crazy for Elinor to finish that lovely study of hers, and yet I'd wake her up just for my silly whims. She's got to get it done tomorrow if she can. Wish I could help her. Thank goodness, mine's done at last," and she drifted off to sleep with a jumble of prize designs and golden dreams for the future mingling with that recurring memory of Doris Leighton's hardening face as she spoke of her study for the library panel.,"Partly," says Mona. "Not altogether: there was always a faint odor of pipes about Uncle Brian's room that does not belong to this.","Thanks. Now you mustn't tell me when it comes again—the light—I want to see if I can feel it. I hope—",Patricia watched her disappear behind the big screen of the composition room, and then she turned excitedly to Elinor.,"Yes; let me go to him," says Mona, quickly; "I shall know what to say better than you.",They are the Carsons, mustered in force, and, if anything, a trifle more noisy and oppressive than usual.,Johnny Blossom went on to Jeremias the wood-cutter’s. The wind blew straight into the room the minute the door was opened, and Jeremias groaned. He looked awfully old today. Very gray indeed was his stubby beard and very dull were his eyes as he lay there on his blue pillow.,"I know she is; but she hates you.".