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Etwald glanced over the warrant and smiled.,Miss Jinny gave her husky chuckle. "Trust your eyes for spying out secrets," she said. "That boy has been devoted to Miriam all his life. She refused him when she was ten, and has kept on ever since. It's got to be a habit, he says. He's as jolly as a grig, but he doesn't give up, and I suppose some day Miriam will give in.",Elinor interrupted her with a little shake. "You hopeless little goose," she said, in laughing despair. "You've just promised me not to, and here you are it, hammer and tongs, under my very eyes.","Hush," cautioned Patricia, using her eyes industriously. "It must be all right, or Bruce wouldn't have brought us. I like it. The floor is sanded, Judy! And those people at the snippy little tables under the stairs are French—just hear them gabble to the waiter.","What do you think of the artists now?" asked Patricia, leaning back in the carriage as they were being whirled homeward. "Are they such serious people as you thought them, Norn?","I wonder who it could have been," they both murmured as they went upstairs to their rooms.,Jen was about to explain when he remembered the necessity of keeping silent concerning the visit of Isabella to the house.,"It couldn't be Griffin," said Patricia earnestly. "She was too disgusted with it.","No, sir, not till to-day. I don't know what it all means, sir, but I'm sure I know how Dido got into the room.","What are you going to do with that lovely old shawl she brought you, Elinor?" she asked, tossing the end of her long braid over her shoulder and yawning luxuriantly. "I'd like to make a party dress of that heavenly silk cloak I got, but it seems like cutting up one's own grandmother.","Obi say dat to me. Your mudder black.","I, massa! Ole Dido she do nuffin. Massa Maurice he die Voodoo! Oh, yes.".