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"And the pup-pup-pergola, too," added Patricia mischievously.,"Baal! the wand of sleep! the bringer of death!",Elinor nodded mutely, and Patricia, pulling down the shades so that the street light did not flicker on the pale wall, tiptoed out of the room, to caution Judith and await the coming of Doris Leighton.,"Good Lord, Miss Dallas! You here? At this hour!","I don't know," she said, in a stolid tone.,"Dido!" cried Isabella. "You did not run away?" "No, missy. I tell de truth against dat man.",Patricia hesitated. "But perhaps you'd rather have an easier costume,—Aladdin's mother, or——","Nevertheless, she's going to have 'em," declared Bruce with undisturbed geniality. "You may mock us and you may shock us and you may say you don't care, but we're on the job for keeps, aren't we, Judith, ma chère? And the first step we're going to take in our new position is to drag you both off to luncheon this very minute. You'd best give in gracefully, for both Judy and I are fearfully strong and ferocious.","Oh!" The major considered a moment, and his thoughts were anything but benevolent toward David. "I can guess why he told you.",When Patricia came home from the library at half-past five, she was surprised to find Elinor stretched on the couch, with a thick comfortable drawn up to her chin, and her face gray and haggard.,Their new acquaintance of the corridor stopped at their table as she, too, made her way out.,"Just a case of permanent glooms, if you ask me," replied Griffin airily. "She loves melancholy, though she is an awfully good sort, too. She gets on my nerves, though, she's so brittle.".