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"Did Etwald notice it?" asked Jen, thoughtfully.,Judith, ignoring Patricia's pungent remarks, turned her calm eyes inquiringly to Elinor.,"But she did not kill Mr. Alymer.","I don't quite understand.","You've got to make butterflies of the wire-loops, you know, to hold the clay up, or it'll slump down off the iron headpiece soon as you get your head set up," explained her instructor in an agreeable tone. "It's easier to set up a head than a figure, I can tell you——",Patricia reluctantly released her and she slipped away to her own table with Madalon Halden, Tom Hughes, and little Jack Grantly, a nephew of the sculptor, who had been invited specially for Judith's sake, and who was promptly set down by that discriminating young person as being much too young for the high post of companion to her.,"It sounds like wedding bells to me!" she cried, gayly. "You and I don't hear alike, Ju. It sounds like wedding bells, and commencement essays, and checks for stories, and—and—and——","Inside the gate," asked Jen, "or outside, on the road?","Of course he does," cried Jen, wrathfully.,"Very good. Then you can take out a warrant for his arrest as a murderer, after hearing my evidence.",Patricia grabbed the sheet before Judith could set down her glass, and she read it aloud, with great enjoyment.,Much to Patricia's surprise, Miss Jinny seemed not at all unused to the reticent Judith's caresses, but stooped and kissed her on her white forehead, rumpling her pale hair with kindly fingers..