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She sprang forward as the second window slowly moved and a muffled figure stood on the balcony.,"You take care, missy! Obi! dat not nonsense!" said Dido, in a threatening tone.,Hughes Junior chuckled, in a slightly embarrassed fashion.,"It wasn't on the bulletin board this afternoon," said a girl across the table, who had been listening to this last speech. "Tell us about it, Griffie dear. We're all dying to hear.",Patricia, with her mind wholly on her own absorbing business, gave scant attention.,"Mrs. Dallas dressed! Dido missing!" said the major. "Thank you, David, you have told me all I want to know," and with a nod Major Jen set off for the second time to The Wigwam.,"And ask Mrs. Dallas and her daughter to be present?","Yis. Dat so," said Dido, with pretended surprise, turning on him sharply. "But you no b'lieve in Obi, massa. What you know of de wand of sleep--de debble-stick?","Let us hope he will," replied Lady Meg, and after shaking hands again with Jen, she took her departure.,It was hard work later on, when they had to face the inquiries of the wrathful Judith, to convince her that the whole thing was not a plot against Elinor by some envious rival.,"Did you see Elinor?" whispered Judith to Patricia, as she edged her way to her in the packed assembly room.,"I'm always making mountains out of mole-hills, and having you level them for me, Norn," she said, taking a glass of sherbet from the flower-wreathed tray of the charming slave. "I wish I wasn't such an alarmist. I felt as frantic as though Doris Leighton had drawn a dagger, and now I can see what a goose I am.".