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Patricia lifted her brows, perplexed and inquiring, and then dropped them with a shrug that seemed to indicate that the matter no longer interested her.,"She may even be able to do that," replied Isabella, seriously. "My mother is afraid of her, and is often influenced in her decisions by Dido.",As her eyes grew accustomed to the flicker and motion, she searched for Elinor, and saw her at last, the center of the weird procession, standing quietly beside the chair from which she had risen, holding her head with a sweet and gracious dignity that went straight to Patricia's chilled heart.,,Judith scanned the doors critically, her brows puckered and her head aslant.,"I'll slip in behind the door screen," she thought, "and see what's going on. Elinor may need me.","You girls are angels to wait for me till the very last moment," chatted Elinor, stuffing her things into her locker recklessly. "I hated to run the risk of not going to the station, but, oh, it was worth it!","Why no, major. Mr. Sarby was with him.","Dat so; but I not see dat debble-stick.","Why? What can he have to say to my mother?" cried Isabella, in surprise.,"Don't I always study like this?" replied Judith without looking up. "Go ahead as long as you like—only don't talk. I want to study.","You shall have it, sir--at the trial.".