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"What in the world did Hannah Ann write to you for?" queried Elinor absently. "She usually sends her weekly reports to me.",It was useless to ask further questions, as Jen saw that the young man was getting irritated; so, in no very pleasant temper himself, the major went up to his dressing-room. He was of a peace-loving and easy-going nature, fond of quietness, so it annoyed him not a little that all this disturbance should take place on account of a woman. "The sex is at the bottom of everything," said the major, uttering the old truth with conviction.,"Don't make a show of me, Miss Pat," she commanded reproachfully. "It isn't correct to show that you are so delighted.",Patricia felt rather ashamed of Elinor's lack of response to what she considered Doris' loyal support, and she broke out gratefully, "You'll tell them all, won't you? They'll soon understand if you tell them!","Why did she not come in?" asked Jen, coldly, for he did not feel very amiably disposed toward the widow.,"But," continued Judith with emphasis, "I must say that, dirt and all, it is more glorious-ified than I thought it would be. That big-winged angel or whatever it is at the top of the stairs looks as if it would soar right up to the top of heaven—it's so white and strong!",Patricia saw that they were steering for the dressing-room couch, and meekly allowed them their way.,"But Elinor didn't even get a criticism in the head class yet," protested Patricia, unconvinced. "Mr. Benton didn't get around to her this morning, and she doesn't get any criticism in the night life till tomorrow afternoon. I don't see how she could be jealous.","And you, Mr. Sarby, I can tell from your attitude, from your look; you love Miss Dallas.","My word!" breathed Patricia, stirred and chilled in spite of herself. "They're doing it brown this time!",They paced for a minute or two in silence, and then Patricia gave a little sigh.,"You--you--you forbid me!".