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I didn't read any more, but pushed it back in a hurry and went back to the company comforted in a way, but feeling a little more in sympathy with Mrs. Johnson than I had before Aunt Bettie and her guest from London had interrupted our algebraic demonstration on the man subject. You can't always be sure of the right answer to X in any proposition of life; that is, a woman can't!,"That's because it is the first real home you've known," said Elinor. "One always feels that way about a home.",Elinor nodded, picking up her letter again. "You don't seem at all keen about David," she began, when Judith broke out excitedly, holding up her letter.,"He's a Russian refugee," she said, triumphantly, and as she quickly covered her work again, and they passed out through the little side entrance, she told them the tragic scrap of the model's history that had sifted through the gossip of the work room.,Patricia looked at her with laughing eyes that gradually grew sober.,"The devil-stick!" he cried. "By all that is wonderful, the devil-stick!",And as I sat and thought how near he and I had been to each other in all our troubles, I excused myself for running to him with that letter, and I acknowledged to myself that I had no right to get vexed when he teased me, for he had been kind and interested about helping me get thin by the time Alfred came back to see me. I couldn't tell which I was blushing all to myself about, the "perfect flower" he had called me, or the "lovely lily" Alfred had reminded me in his letter that I had been when he left me.,Maurice looked--the devil-stick was gone!,"I know to what you allude," she said, after a pause. "Dido does manufacture the drug, but only for the cure of nervous headaches.","Because de master hab doomed dat yaller-ha'r," said Dido, and continued her song.,"I'll learn what I can, at all events," retorted Jen; and in this unsatisfactory manner the conversation concluded. David retired to his room, and Jen went off to interview Isabella at The Wigwam.,Patricia gave the stool a whirl, staring discontentedly at the afflicting group..