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"You may try just as hard as ever you like," she says, with dignity: "I sha'n't!","I am staying at a shooting-lodge called Coolnagurtheen. Do you know where that is.","Oh," said the Raven, "you do not believe me. Come outside, come outside, and I will make you believe.",He turns to her again.,"If you like. Are you fond of singing!",On the fourth day after he had been born the child spoke and said to his mother, "Hold me in turn to each one of these lodge poles, and when I come to the last one I shall fall out of my lashings and be grown up." The old woman did as he had said, and as she held him to one pole after another he could be seen to grow; and finally when he was held to the last pole he was a man.,"Oh, Mona, if you could only know how wretched I was all last night," he says; "I never put in such a bad time in my life.",And then she sings again, some old-world song of love and chivalry that awakes within one a quick longing for a worthier life. Her sweet voice rings through the room, now glad with triumph, now sad with a "lovely melancholy," as the words and music sway her. Her voice is clear and pure and full of pathos! She seems to follow no rule; an "f" here or a "p" there, on the page before her, she heeds not, but sings only as her heart dictates.,"Tell me about your mother," she says, folding her hands easily in her lap. "I mean,—what is she like? Is she cold, or proud, or stand-off?" There is keen anxiety in her tone.,Mona throws open the door, and the visitors sail in, all open-eyed and smiling, with their very best company manners hung out for the day.,And truly it is a very desirable garden, and well worth a visit. It is like a thought from another age.,"But at the same time I must ask you to remember you are speaking of my wife.".