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"No; that is not the answer.","What, else?" demanded Judith, whose color had been rising at the alluring forecast. Patricia made a despairing little gesture. "I can't think of anything that will fit poor me," she confessed with mock dejection. "I'm so everlastingly commonplace that I don't sound at all.",It had been raining all the afternoon, a gentle persistent rain that gave no sign of clearing, and they decided, after a cozy dinner at home, that their projected trip to Rockham the next day would have to be given up; but when Bruce pulled aside the curtain from the studio window to compare his watch with the illuminated disc of the St. Francis clock tower, he gave an exclamation of satisfaction.,"The watchers of the dead!" echoed Mrs. Dallas, with a start.,Judith's dramatic sense asserted itself, and she frowned at Patricia's frivolous interruption of the portentous silence.,Elinor paused in her hair brushing, and sank down on the stool, absently propping her chin on her brush.,Judith cuddled close to Bruce on the settee while Elinor went for her wraps.,"Why should it be strange?",Did any woman ever have a more lovely lover than that? I don't know how long I should have rocked him in the twilight if Dr. John's voice hadn't come across the hall in command.,"He has preserved my sanity, and I owe him a debt of gratitude.",Dinner was long over, Judith's lessons done and bed-time come, when at last Patricia hurried down to the long parlor where Doris sat in the dim light.,"No, no! I hope not," cried Jen, horrified at the idea..