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"Eight o'clock. Time to break up! Three cheers for Kendall Major and her candy toys. The Academy Howl, ladies, if you please!",Hughes made a careful inventory of the delicate china and sparkling silver before he delivered himself.,"And the pup-pup-pergola, too," added Patricia mischievously.,She sprang forward as the second window slowly moved and a muffled figure stood on the balcony.,"Where are you going, Kendall?" asked Mr. Hilton as they pushed back their chairs, and stood waiting for the last button on Judith's glove to come to terms. "If you haven't settled on anything special, I'd like to have you all see the new play with me. It's said to be the finest thing in America, and I'm sure your sisters would enjoy it.","It must be hard on her," acquiesced Patricia. "Why didn't she get something else to do?","I am not so sure of that, Etwald. How did you know that David would confess in so dramatic a fashion?","She does.","Please, please, do tell us what it is! Suspense is so awful!",Across the lawn there crept a wizen, gray-haired little man, with a cringing manner. He was white, but darkish in the skin, and there was something negroid about his face. This dwarfish little creature was a tramp, who had become a pensioner of Isabella's. He had attached himself to her like some faithful dog, and rarely failed to present himself at least once a day.,"I shall!" said David, and rose also.,"That's all right, old pal," Griffin encouraged her. "You're almost into port now. Keep a stiff upper lip till we land you.".