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Elinor smiled assent, and Miss Jinny went on.,As he made his way back to the upper camp, Bob realized that in all probability he had done a foolish thing to mix in on a quarrel between the Mexicans and the Indians. That probably would mark him out among the Mexicans as someone unfriendly to them and it might have been better if he had stayed in the background. But the sight of the crowd jumping on the solitary Indian had been too much for him.,The man draws back hurriedly, and the woman once more sinks back into her forlorn position.,As he reached for his cap a door opposite the one through which he had passed opened, and the grey head of the sexton appeared.,"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes: of course we shall excuse your dressing to-night," says Lady Rodney, addressing her son far more than Mona, though the words presumably are meant for her. Whereupon Mona, rising from her chair with a sigh of relief, follows Geoffrey out of the room and upstairs.,“And that was—?” suggested Mr. Whitney.,"'He or she,'" repeated Jen, slowly. "Dido I mentioned; but 'he!' who is 'he?'",Patricia, though a bit disappointed, felt delightfully superior as she replied loftily, "It isn't so bad. We don't mind, you know, because we're so interested in the work.","I admire your venture," said the Admiral. "I believe if I could muster two or three[Pg 10] thousand pounds I should be disposed to purchase a prize or two from the French, Spanish, or Yankees and follow your lead. Good interest on money is hard to get. Your ships do well for you, sir.","She is going out for a little cruise, no doubt," said Lucy.,"I do know," says Mona. "First, because I would have you weigh everything carefully, and——","Literary grandmother!" exclaimed Patricia scornfully. "She's a conceited chicken that thinks she's a nightingale because she can peep louder than some. Wait till you've had some of your stuff printed, Judy, before you boast. Anyone can scribble——".