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Oh, you'd better be up, and away, lad.,"Why, it's like a laundry," exclaimed Patricia in disappointment as she looked about her. The low-ceiled whitewashed apartment into which they had descended from the winding iron stair was sepulchrally bare and empty in the flicker of its noisy gas jets, the rusty gas stoves at its farther end emphasizing its general air of desolation.,Elinor held her close, laughing with enjoyment at her ardor.,It is a triumph, if Mona only knew it, but she is full of sad reflections, and is just now wrapped up in mournful thoughts of Nicholas and little Dorothy. Misfortune seems flying towards them on strong swift wings. Can nothing stay its approach, or beat it back in time to effect a rescue? If they fail to find the nephew of the old woman Elspeth in Sydney, whither he is supposed to have gone, or if, on finding him they fail to elicit any information from him on the subject of the lost will, affairs may be counted almost hopeless.,This maneuver was executed without mishap and the only person who saw him go in was the Mexican cook, who paid little attention.,Jen was astonished, both at her peremptory tone and her quiet manner. Whatever influence had been at work, it was certainly wonderful how she had calmed down from the nervous, hysterical girl into the reasonable and cool-headed woman. Isabella noted the amazement of the major, and guessing its cause, she explained the reason of the change in her looks, manner and nervous system.,"I don't want to go swimmin'" wailed Maurice, "but I do want'a walk a bit out through the woods, Ma.","Why? What can he have to say to my mother?" cried Isabella, in surprise.,At this moment Major Jen, looking slightly worried, entered the room, and seeing the devil-stick in the hand of Maurice, he stopped short with an ejaculation of surprise.,"Why, what is this?" she says, a moment later; "and what a curious hand! Not a gentleman's surely.","I am sorry you are not better than middling," she said.,Judith followed sedately with her head in the air..