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"I must say, Elinor," she began, in response to a question, "that it's very different from what you girls led me to expect.","What do you say, Mr. Sarby?" asked Etwald, turning to the lawyer.,When nine o'clock rang from the church tower across the park she laid down her tools with an air of great content.,"Why bring her name into the question? Yes, I admire Miss Dallas.",Patricia started as the grotesque words sank deep.,"Dinner, one small lean chop, slice of toast, spinach or lettuce salad. No dessert or sweet." My poultry-yard is full of fat little chickens, and I wish I were a sheep if I have to eat lettuce and spinach for grass. At least I'd have more than one chop inside me then.,No, I wasn't nineteen, and this town was full of women who were aunts and cousins and law-kin to me, and nobody did anything for me. They all said, with a sigh of relief, "It will be such a nice safe thing for you, Molly." And they really didn't mean anything by tying up a gay, frolicking, prancing colt of a girl with a terribly ponderous bridle.,"Want you, Molly?" he almost sobbed, and I felt his heart pounding hard next to my shoulder.,Elinor sighed in deep content.,"Melba in disguise?" mocked Elinor gayly.,The week that followed flew on winged feet. The costumes, simple enough at first, grew in detail with every day and absorbed so much of their spare time that Patricia frankly gave up any thought of work and yielded herself to the enjoyment of Miss Jinny and the day's pleasure without any effort at serious work.,"You'd better be thanking your stars for a day of rest, you incorrigible kitten," said Miss Jinny as the carriage stopped at the curb. "You'll need an extra nap after all these fandangos.".