"The devil-stick!" gasped Jen, pointing a shaking finger at the wall. "The devil-stick!",
"Right-o, Miss Judith," laughed Patricia, flinging an arm about the young sage. "My word, but you're a crafty young one! I'd have raved about it till even Michael Angelo or Raphael couldn't have satisfied the expectations of the beholder. How do you come by so much wisdom, Miss Minerva?",
"Don't say that, darling, ever again," I said as I bent over him. "Your father is the best man in the world, and you must never, never leave him.".
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