For the most part these bonnie brown birds have found their way into Miss Mona's pantry, and are eaten by that little gourmand with the rarer pleasure that in her secret heart she knows that the giver of them is not blind to the fact that her eyes are faultless and her nose pure Greek.
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lottery sambad manipur "But suppose she doesn't say a word about the drive?" says Mona, thoughtfully. "How will it be then?".
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