"The boys send it to me. Anything new that comes out, or anything they think will suit my voice, they post to me at once.",
"Fancy a turkey ghost," says Mona. "How ugly it would be. It would have all its feathers off, of course.",
"Go!" she says, in a choked voice, and with a little passionate sob, pointing to the door. "You have done mischief enough." Her gesture is at once imperious and dignified. Then in a softer voice, that tells of sorrow, and with a deep sigh, "At least," she says, "I believed in your honor!".
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