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She washed her tools in the grimy tanks of the clay room, more in love with it every minute, and when she joined Elinor at their lockers, she was fairly bursting with enthusiasm.,"Tell ole Dido ob de debble-stick.","Then Dr. Etwald--that horrid, gloomy creature!",Elinor's face was perplexed. "But I don't see what can be done," she said gently. "I'd hate to have the thing dragged up before the school again. Of course, if it had been denied right then and there, I'd have been very glad, but now, after all these days——","She does.",He must have been as pale as I was, and for an eternity of a second he looked at me, then suddenly heaven shone from his eyes and he opened his arms to me with just one word.,Elinor thanked her cordially, while Patricia almost dislocated her neck trying to get a glimpse of the big canvas that protruded from the locker while still keeping far enough behind Elinor for her curiosity to pass unnoticed.,"Not in de sunlight; dose am de names for de darkness, honey. In de night dey--",CHAPTER XII. THE STRANGE PERFUME.,"Where is Battersea?" asked Jen, glancing round.,Harken to our even-song,,I withered him with a look, or rather tried to wither him, for Tom is no mimosa bud..