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She was silent for a while, and then she sat up alive with enthusiasm.,"What's it to be?" asked Elinor, releasing her and beginning to braid her dark hair.,"I know, I know--the devil-stick perfume.","She's rather too collap-y for my taste," volunteered Patricia, gathering up the remains of their repast. "I like the looks of lots of the others far better than hers. Let's ask Miss Margaret Howes about her. No doubt she can tell us what is her secret trouble.",Jen, who was now looking old and broken down, agreed with a sad shake of his gray head.,"Nobody in this town could suit me better than Pet Buford for a daughter-in-law, and I believe I'll have all the east rooms done up with blue chintz for her. I think that would be the best thing to set off her blue eyes and fair hair," she was saying as she cut orange peel into strips.,As the curtain was drawn from the long canvas Patricia's eyes were on the faces of those in whose impressions she was most interested, and they gave her great satisfaction. Mrs. Bingham's eyes were wide and startled as those of the small hen who discovers that her ungainly child is really a white swan.,Some time previously Major Jen had asked Etwald about the devil-stick, but only to be informed that the doctor knew nothing of the missing article.,"Miss Judith Kent Kendall has just had her first story accepted and printed in The Girl's Companion.","It's all quite true," assented the inspector, thunderstruck; "though how you guessed it all I cannot say. But, as you know so much, perhaps you can tell me one thing more, which bothers me not a little. How did Dr. Etwald compel Battersea to keep silence?","No," she said, quietly "I may persuade her into doing what I want.","Do you really want to go?" asked Patricia, beaming. "The modeling room's open, and you can always see the antique.".