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"We'll meet you at the door on Charter Street," Elinor reminded her, as she kissed her. "Be sure to be there on time." "Supper—slice of toast and an apple." Why the apple? Why supper at all? "I no know, massa. She weep! She ill! She make terrible bobbery, dat poo' girl. Massa, come an' see my lil missy dis day." Elinor gave a gently contemptuous sniff as she stowed it away in its corner. "No doubt—with all those experienced students competing! Some of them have been there ten years, Miss Pat. I simply haven't the ghost of a show, and you know it.".