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"One moment, Miss Dallas. What influence has Etwald over the negress?","So he is," replied Patricia, promptly. "No end younger than I am; but boys are that way. Who's your other letter from, Ju?",As she went out of the gate the postman came in, and at the sight of another letter my heart slunk off into my slippers, and my brain seemed about to back up in a corner and refuse to work. In a flash it came to me that men oughtn't to write letters to women very much—they really don't plough deep enough, they just irritate the top soil. I took this missive from Alfred, counted all the fifteen pages, put it out of sight under a book, looked out of the window and saw Mr. Johnson shooed off down the street by Mrs. Johnson; saw the doctor's car go chugging hurriedly in the garage, and then my spirit turned itself to the wall and refused to be comforted. I tried my best, but failed to respond to my own remonstrances with myself, and tears were slowly gathering in a cloud of gloom when a blue gingham, romper-clad sunbeam burst into the room.,"Dido! Dido!" remonstrated Mrs. Dallas, shaking the woman. "Rise; stop.",CHAPTER XVIII. THE DEVIL-STICK THIEF.,Mrs. Dallas was a large, fat and eminently lazy woman, who passed most of her time in knitting or sleeping or eating. Her husband had died before she had come to England, and it was the desire to preserve her daughter's health which had brought her so far from the sun-baked islands which her soul loved.,"Well, we're turning another page of our lives," he said with a backward glance at the rooms where they had been so busy and so happy. "Who can say what will be written there?",Griffin yawned elaborately and then addressed Margaret Howes with lifted eyebrows.,"Shall we go on or wait for him here?" asked Isabella in a whisper.,Bruce, however, was remarkably absent in his reply.,"Etwald!" repeated Isabella. "Dr. Etwald?","Indeed, you'll do no such thing!" cried Elinor, the color rushing to her cheeks and her authority as eldest sister asserting itself promptly. "I don't intend that Bruce shall hear a word until I've had my first good criticism.".