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A girl sauntered past them as they loitered before their lockers.,"So far as I can remember, I left by my bedroom window. I had only to step out through it like a door, as it is a French window and opens onto the lawn.","I shall make it a personal matter to report to the committee," said Miss Green, as she prepared to follow the vanishing skirts of the prize bearer. "I shall certainly bring the matter to their notice before the next meeting," and with a cordial shake of Elinor's hand she sailed out, with her black cloak billowing behind her and her plume quivering with suppressed indignation.,"A traitor?" echoed David, with a flush rising in his pale cheeks.,"Can we force her by threats to give evidence?" said Jen, angrily.,"Why, it's all ready," cried Patricia wondering at her changed manner. "We put the sliced lemon on the very last thing.","True," said Jen; "and why should these wretches have murdered that man?","I know something of most things," assented the doctor. "But I confess I take but little interest in African barbarities.",Patricia clapped her hands.,"Molly, Molly," he said, with a perfect rapture of chuckles in his voice, "now you look just as pretty as you do when you go to bed—all whity all over. You can kiss my kiss-spot a hundred times while I bear-hug you for that nice not-black dress," and before any stern person could have stopped us I was on my knees on the grass kissing my fill from the "kiss-spot" on the back of his neck, while he hugged all the starch out of the old white dress.,CHAPTER IX THE ACADEMY BALL,They sat in absolute silence, absently watching the occupants of the now nearly deserted tables straggle out in twos and threes, until the room was quite empty, and Patricia could bear it no longer..