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quoted Maurice, with a laugh. "No doubt the devil-stick can still do harm. Ugh! What a gruesome idea. I'd remove it from so conspicuous a position if I were you, Uncle Jen; someone might come to grief over it.",Mr. Wopp looked up in approval and brandished a formidable looking piece of fat meat, precariously poised on one prong of his fork and in his efforts to lose none of its dripping flavor, described an uncertain spiral in the air.,Tint following tint each dark'ning object veils,,"Quite sure," returns her future mother-in law, grimly. "I never speak, Dorothy, without foundation for what I say.","It was Tim Ryan," returns Mona, wearily, feeling unequal to a long story just at present.,“Are you crazy? You’ll ruin it completely!” he shouted. The little wet finger was drawn hastily back.,"Because, of course, you will, you must. Your world is not mine.","I'll tell you that to-morrow," he said, after a pause.,Mr. Wopp and Moses, who had hurried to the upper storey to escape the recital of the ketchup episode, now came heavily down the stairs, their task at last finished.,"In what direction?",Patricia, protesting, dragged herself from the restful nest, but by the time they had begun to arrange the gay little bags of candy in the big red Japanese lantern, she was as enthusiastic as Elinor could wish.,“No, but it’s all right,” said Bob as cheerfully as he could. “We’ll just have to trust to luck. Sit down and let her rip!”.