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"We didn't have one till this winter," she said cheerfully. "So I guess we appreciate him for all he's worth.",After she had said good-bye and they Were waiting at the curator's desk, Elinor spoke musingly.,"No. I have no idea why Dido should serve Etwald.","We saw Hannah Ann and Henry on Saturday and got all the news about the place from them. Major had the colic one night, but Hannah Ann saved him with a quart of homeopathic pills," laughed Miriam. "Everything looked just as natural as life when we drove by this morning. They'll be mighty glad to see you all when you go back.",Patricia, abashed by being thus publicly admonished, murmured something about its being only the first dance, and not knowing many people, but Miss Jinny cut her short.,Before Maurice could take up the implied challenge, which threw doubts upon his moral courage, Mrs. Dallas advanced heavily to meet her visitors. Isabella had already flitted like a white butterfly into the drawing-room, and her mother received the two young men alone. Her reception was, as usual, ponderous and vague.,"You're 'fair lifted,' aren't you, Norn?" she asked curiously. "I didn't know you ever got so daffy over anything. I've never seen you if you have.","Tom!" I gasped.,"Return to my house and see Etwald!",There was a murmur of assent and Elinor rose quickly.,"That is enough," interrupted Mrs. Dallas, rising in a cold fury. "I want no further speeches from you. Go to your room, Isabella. Mr. Alymer, your way lies yonder," and with a swift gesture she pointed to the window.,"Not until after the body had been stolen," returned Jen, mindful that Isabella had come into the library dry-shod..