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"Supper," I sniffed, as I spread the jam on those lovely, lovely slices of bread and thick butter that I had fixed for my own self. "I am so tired of that apple-toast combination now that I forget it if I can." As I handed him the first slice of drippy lusciousness, I turned my head away. He thought it was from the expression of that jam, but it was from his eyes.,"No. When I was a child I did, and I fancy that my mother also had some belief in it. Brought up among the negroes of Barbadoes both she and I imbibed the superstitions of the black race; but now we have no faith in such follies. For my part," added the girl, anxiously, "I should be glad to get rid of Dido, seeing that with Dr. Etwald and his malignant influence of the Voodoo stone, she is dragging us toward disgrace; but my mother still clings to her as an old servant, and will not let her go.",The door clicked behind them and they set their faces to the sunset, and Greycroft, and home.,Patricia, meek in experience of past failure, covered her work and put it safely away.,"It isn't stuffy," defended Judith with a flash. "It's a nice, crackling word, and I got it from Arnold Bennet, if you want to know. He uses it all the time. And I've got another, too—'inept'—and that's what you are now, Patricia Kendall. I'm ashamed of your extreme indifference to the beauties of your own language.",But Elinor, far from showing rancor, shook the bony hands and kissed the sunken cheeks with as good grace as though she were receiving her dearest friends. She even made some little speech to each, though Patricia was too far away to catch more than a word or two.,Bruce swung the door for them, and they passed into a little narrow shop-like place.,Elinor responded promptly.,"Indeed you did no such thing," retorted Etwald, coolly. "My story is quite different to that of Dido.","Voodoo!" said Dido again, and showed her teeth in anything but a pleasant fashion.,Bruce scanned the rushing yellow clouds.,Mrs. Dallas looked uneasily at her medical attendant..