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"Do you think that someone has stolen the stick, Maurice?" said the major. "Someone from outside, I mean.","I know, I know!" broke in Dido, impatiently. "But dat not to do wid me. De poison in your debble-stick.","We can't go now," cried Patricia, throwing her voice above the sound of the wind, but Bruce and Elinor at the other end of the barn were apparently absorbed in the spectacle, and did not hear her. Judith cuddled close and Patricia felt her hands go cold, but she could only clasp them harder to reassure her—no words could reach her ear.,"Tell us your guess, doctor; as it interests me so nearly, I have a right to know.","I wish I could draw," mused Patricia, absently sugaring her Frankfurter. "I've got tons of ideas already.",All eyes were upon him as he crumpled his napkin into a hard ball and crushed it between his flexible fingers, while his face assumed an earnest and rather anxious expression.,"Shall we go on or wait for him here?" asked Isabella in a whisper.,"Major gone out, sir," explained Jaggard, to whom Maurice applied for information. "He got a message from Dr. Etwald, and went to see him. Be back to dinner, sir, I b'lieve.","I forgot," she said. "I never can remember that you're both the same age. You are always saying that he is so young, Miss Pat.","Hope not," retorted Bruce amiably. "Now as to Elinor." He stopped for so many rings that Judith stirred and cleared her throat impatiently, whereon he grinned cheerfully at her and went on. "As to Elinor. She will keep on with the night life, but the rest of her time will be spent in the studio here, working on studies and cartoons for a big wall decoration for a church, and a stained glass window for the same church—a purely mythical one, my dear Dragon, but intended to develop our promising student more rapidly than the easygoing method of the schools. What do you say to the program, young ladies?","And we are going?" she demanded breathlessly. "Oh, say that we are going, Elinor!","Just look at that mournful creature." Patricia motioned with her eyebrows to the opposite side of the room, where a large, stout young woman in somber cloak and wide-plumed hat was eating her way through a chocolate éclair with just such an air of tragic and settled melancholy as one sometimes sees in a child whose grief is momentarily its most cherished possession..