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"Mother, what is it? What does Dido sing?",Patricia made a laughing face.,Patricia retreated to the tree, and Doris stood with one hand clutching the cloak and the light strong on her face. She looked more beautiful than ever to Patricia's friendly eyes, and there was a calm strength in her manner that awed while it comforted her. All consciousness of herself was gone, and, Patricia felt, gone forever, and in its place a quiet courage that spoke of conquered pride and vanity and selfishness. Doris Leighton had found herself.,"Tell ole Dido ob de debble-stick.",It was not until all the guests had gone, and David and his friends had taken their reluctant leave with fervid promises of speedy reunion at Greycroft, and the packers had disappeared with the big canvas and the cartoons [Transcriber's note: cartons?], and Hannah Ann and Henry had reduced everything to a state of perfection that even the most critical Symons in the world could not cavil at, and Bruce had said his last farewells and was on the blue rug at the studio door with his hand on the knob to usher them out, that Patricia found utterance for her seething thoughts.,"Why should she be?" returned the other warmly. "Did she have any thought for anything but her own parade when she pretended to be sorry for you? There's such a thing as carrying virtue too far, my dear girl, and I think you're straining your charity with too fine a sieve.","Upon my soul!" cried the sultana of the inflammable name. "You're a corker! Do you mean to say, Miss Pat, that this buccaneer is the lady from the rural districts you were spouting about?",Jen was about to explain when he remembered the necessity of keeping silent concerning the visit of Isabella to the house.,"Your own conscience!" he repeated, in disdain. "How can you talk in that manner? What excuse can you--","I believe she'll like it," declared Elinor, confidently. "She does so love variety—and she has entered into everything already with such a vim.","I can't tell you.","Well, Dido can do nothing," said Maurice, in a jesting tone, "unless you want her to forbid the banns.".