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"The surprise, I am sure," announced Judith calmly. "Let's try to guess what it is, like charades or Dumb Crambo. You can tell us if we guess right, Bruce. I'll begin first.",“I catch him. Not catch any other—Mexican.” The way the Indian said the last word showed the contempt he felt for the boy who had sold out his friends.,Patricia gasped. "My word!" she cried. "They don't postpone things much around here, do they? What is the fee?",Ebenezer Wopp was the last silent word in patient masculinity, but his face, becoming darker with his work, would lead an onlooker to believe that sinister thoughts were struggling to find expression.,"Melba in disguise?" mocked Elinor gayly.,Dorothy from her corner laughs gayly. "Poor old Noll," she says: "it was his unhappy childhood that blighted his later years and made him the melancholy object he is.","The lady, I presume, ate nothing?","Ol' Scroggie left it all to him," said Billy.,“Well, Moses,” queried his genial host at the supper table, “did the skating go pretty good to-day?”,The hall and corridor were dim and the circle of lights above the model stand was twinkling brightly when Patricia peeped in at the crack of the door during the first rest.,“I just telephoned the marshal to come up as we were talking,” explained Mr. Taylor. “I want him to get those two cowboys if he can.”,“No, I will,” said Johnny..