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XI
Rudolph--"
"Why--er--yes, dear?"
This was after supper, and Patricia was playing solitaire. Her husband
was reading the paper.
"Agatha told me all about Virginia, you know--"
Here Colonel Musgrave frowned. "It is not a pleasant topic."
"You jay-bird, you behave entirely too much as if you were my
grandfather. As I was saying, Agatha told me all about your uncle and
Virginia," Patricia hurried on. "And how she ran away afterwards, and
hid in the woods for three days, and came to your father's plantation,
and how your father bought her, and how her son was born, and how her
son was lynched--"
"Now, really, Patricia! Surely there are other matters which may be more
profitably discussed."
"Of course. Now, for instance, why is the King of Hearts the only one
that hasn't a moustache?" Patricia peeped to see what cards lay beneath
that monarch, and upon reflection moved the King of Spades into the
vacant space. She was a devotee of solitaire and invariably cheated at
it.
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