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"Mean!" cried Jen, in a tone of conviction. "Why! that Etwald is mixed up in this business also!" Mrs. Dallas, closing her eyes, continued rocking herself to and fro, saying but one word in answer. "Well, he's dear with any name, and I'm glad Judy discovered him when she did, money or no money," said Patricia seriously. "He was so disappointed when Madam Blitz said my voice needed another year to grow in, that I'm awfully glad I've hit on something to do that will fill in the time, and keep me learning. That's really the great thing, isn't it, after all?" She washed her tools in the grimy tanks of the clay room, more in love with it every minute, and when she joined Elinor at their lockers, she was fairly bursting with enthusiasm..