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"I shall!" said David, and rose also. Patricia and Elinor swept a swift, remembering glance at the pale, eager face, and the memory of that scene in the old bookroom at Greycroft, when Judith had the vision of her future, flashed into each mind. They had had no laughter then for Judith's prophecy of her literary career, and so now they had only instant sympathy with their little sister's enthusiasm. "Well," said Lady Meg, "it would seem that the devil-stick is the center of this mystery.".

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"I did not find it at all," rejoined the major, gloomily; "Lady Meg brought it to me." There are a great many kinds of good-feeling in this world, from radiant joy down to perfect bliss; but this spring I have got an attack of just old-fashioned happiness that looks as if it might become chronic. "What, else?" demanded Judith, whose color had been rising at the alluring forecast. Patricia made a despairing little gesture. "I can't think of anything that will fit poor me," she confessed with mock dejection. "I'm so everlastingly commonplace that I don't sound at all." "To see me!" said Maurice, looking at his rival. "Then why did you not go to 'Ashantee?'".