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"He is the possessor of the Voodoo stone," she said in a low voice.,"My word, she wasn't shy, was she?" interpolated Patricia, much diverted.,"I think you ought to use better language, Miss Pat, now that you are going to be a sculptor," said Judith severely, and then broke into open delight. "We'll go, won't we, Elinor? We wouldn't disappoint David, would we? On his birthday, too.","Deanminster.,"And the scratch is made by means of the wand of sleep?",Bruce laughed in a relieved way. "That's the way to talk, Miss Pat. I'll show it to you as soon as you've all finished. Judy, haven't you anything to say?","No, sir. I've only got my wits about me now.","I understand. He said, poor lad, that I would approve of his reasons when I knew them, and now that you have explained his motives I quite agree with his saying. To protect that poor girl, to save you from suffering for a crime which you did not commit, he could have acted in no other fashion. Still, I wish both of you had been more open with me.",Judith did not know whether she was being chaffed or not, so she dexterously changed the subject.,Patricia shut her door with a snap and turned to her sister with a glowing face, sweeping her stray tendrils back with an eager gesture.,"What does all this mean?" asked Meg, quite surprised at Jen's excitement.,"See widin dat stick," she muttered, eagerly. "I wish to see.".