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The girl behind the urn attracted Patricia's immediate attention. "Look, Norn," she said in eager interest. "Isn't that Doris Leighton at the tea-table? It's enough like her to be her twin, if it isn't herself."
I'm twice as wide-awake as I was a minute ago!" When Elinor and Patricia were alone, Patricia opened the subject that had been occupying her thought for the last few minutes. "You'll try for that library panel prize, won't you, Norn?" she asked, pleadingly. "Griffin and Margaret Howes both say you ought. I know you could do something worth while."
Patricia could not deny that Danny must have been a liberal education in that sort of sleight of hand, but the letter saved her the painful confession. While Elinor took Marty to her room and Judith explained the uses of the various conveniences, push buttons and the like, Patricia devoured the scribbled note. "Oh, Norn, listen to this," she cried, following the others into Elinor's room. "Mrs.
As the second Norn took the thread in her worn hands, she crooned a sorrowful song about the present. She sang of Alberich and the stolen gold. Of the love that he had given up in order to make the ring. She sang of Wotan and how he grasped the ring and carried it into the world, bringing with it Alberich's curse. Then she told of Fafner. Mournfully she sang:
Patricia watched her with studious eyes as she pinned on her hat and hurried into her wraps, holding forth the while in an exultation most unusual to her. "You're 'fair lifted, aren't you, Norn?" she asked curiously. "I didn't know you ever got so daffy over anything. I've never seen you if you have." Judith looked wise. "I know how she feels," she declared, sagely.
"She's perfectly wonderful, Norn," declared Patricia, standing at the studio window one Sunday night about the middle of February. "She never gets cross or fussed like I do, and she is always so beautifully dressed. I am sometimes quite ashamed of my plain self when we are going about together. I do look awfully little-girly and prim in most of my clothes.
Killed October 12th, 1845. ELAPS. Native name NORN or NORNE. Whole body covered with spear shaped scales; head shining black; the ground colours of the back rich umber, almost black; scuta 161, of a dirty red orange; fangs two on each side of the upper jaw near the lios, small, and bent inwards; tongue forked This is the most fatal of the New Holland snakes; the animal bitten seldom recovers.
His greatest triumph, however, was the secret demonstration of the cheapness of Jersey prices to the London sewing woman and smart lady's maid, now chafing under Janet Fairbarn's iron rule at the "Banker's Folly." "Norn d'un pipe! But I have to make shameful rabaissements de prix," muttered Jules, as he adroitly worked upon the susceptibilities of the two new maid servants.
Judy, that's a simply perfect green in that frock, and, Norn, you're lovelier than ever in that queer faded yellow. The studio looks stunning. Oh, I'm so excited that I don't know what I'm doing! To think of actually being here at last!"
Patricia looked lovingly after her. "Judy's up to some of her old tricks, Norn," she hazarded. "I shouldn't be surprised if she set up a regular detective agency around my new friend and made a whole set of new thrilling tales about her." "Isn't it really lovely and cozy?" Patricia was seated on the side of her narrow bed and Elinor occupied the one easy chair by the casement window.
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