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CHAPTER XVII. THE STORY OF THE NIGHT.,"What has that to do with your meek and lowly gratitude?" he asked with the trace of a smile.,Lady Meg sighed, and rising to her feet, she drew her cloak round her tall form.,"And the pup-pup-pergola, too," added Patricia mischievously.,All eyes were upon him as he crumpled his napkin into a hard ball and crushed it between his flexible fingers, while his face assumed an earnest and rather anxious expression.,Elinor's face clouded. "But I have only started the outline," she confessed. "And I'm awfully weak on putting in the tones. I'm afraid I'll make a fizzle of it.","My mother is weak where Dido is concerned," said Isabella, shaking her head.,"Listen," he said, impressively. "I make a figure that they all wish to see, but I have not shown him. Well, when I show him, at the rest, all, all go out to the clay room to see.","Judith Kendall, you're a little monster!" cried Patricia, indignantly. "Even if Doris did cheat, she's doing a noble thing now, and we ought to be the last to blab, since Elinor got the prize. Doris had to pay for her sins and she has human feelings, too.","What makes you think so?","Ho, yis. Now I do tink," said Dido. "Ah, massa, you say I took de debble-stick and made de new smell to fill him. Den dat I kill wid him massa, who lubbed lil missy, and dat I made spells in your house to steal de body. Heh, dat not so?","Because I guess the name.".