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This way of taking it was rather disconcerting to Bob Hazard. He had hoped his father would be a little angry, perhaps, at the news of his decision. And if he had, Bob could have stuck to his determination with more heart, for he would have felt he had been treated a little unjustly. But his father’s acceptance of the situation left him without any defense. Besides, the note of disappointment which was so evident, convinced him that from his father’s standpoint he was ungrateful for the love and care he had received.,Elinor and Judith were very enthusiastic over the intent, studious figure that bent over its book in such lifelike fashion.,"Oh," he thought, "she has gone to get wood or water," and he sat down again. But when night came he went out of the lodge and asked the people about her. No one had seen her. He looked all through the camp, but could not find her. Then he knew that the Thunder had taken her away, and he went out on the hills and mourned. All night he sat there, trying to think what he might do to get back his wife.,"She was lying on the mattress I took in.","Let's hustle," urged Billy. "They may come back any minute.",Thus adjured by his father the elocutionist began in a loud dramatic voice:,THE BULLS SOCIETY,"She's all right," repeated Judith, with an apprehensive glance at Patricia, who, however, was entirely oblivious, her attention now being wholly concentrated on her breakfast and Bartine's Tours.,"I saw the yacht leave the pier," said Billy. "She sure was a dandy, wasn't she?","She'll come," said Billy, and went out, closing the door softly behind him.,"Good-morning, doctor," she said, as he replaced his hat; "I suppose you have come to see my mother.",“You and Edith are fairies,” he said when his mother came again to the room, “to rustle such pretty togs for the new sister in a night.” His mother was piling his plate again with griddle cakes..