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Mere beauty of form and feature will fade indeed, but Mona's beauty lies not altogether in nose or eyes or mouth, but rather in her soul, which compels her face to express its lightest meaning. It is in her expression, which varies with each passing thought, changing from "grave to gay, from lively to severe," as the soul within speaks to it, that her chief charm dwells. She is never quite the same for two minutes running,—which is the surest safeguard against satiety. And as her soul is pure and clean, and her face is truly the index to her mind, all it betrays but endears her to and makes richer him who reads it.,Billy puckered up his lips, but his effort was a failure. "You try, Maurice," he said, "I can't jest keep the hole in my mouth steady long enough t' whistle.",Johnny Blossom ran joyfully around everywhere. He was not still two minutes. They all wanted to see him and called to him from every direction. My, oh, my! how jolly it was to be the heir of Kingthorpe!,The buffalo were surprised and the magpie was glad, and flew about making a great noise.,CHAPTER VIII WHERE IS LUCY?,Cease your ruin! spectres dire!,"Comedy!" echoed Mrs. Dallas, in scorn. "You mean tragedy!",Billy gazed at him wonderingly. "How did you know I was thinkin' of him?" he asked.,Billy had heard and understood. When his dad sent him one of those "up and away" signals he never questioned its significance. He didn't like listening in secret, but surely he reasoned, a boy had a right to know just what was coming to him. And he knew what was coming to him, all right—a caning from the supple hickory ramrod—maybe!,A gleam of satisfaction lit Anson's shifty eyes. "All right," he said shortly, and went off after the herd.,“There aren’t many persons with a sewed-on finger tip, are there, mother?” asked John, with some pride.,"Let's have it.".