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Mona starts violently, and draws back; shame and indignation cover her. Her breath comes in little gasps.,"Mona, it is not—it cannot be—but is it?" asks he incoherently.,He went down and stamped on the log-jam, and presently a fat cow ran out and Kŭt-o-yĭs´ killed it.,"Perhaps it will all come right at last. Oh! if some kind good fairy would but come to our aid and help us to confound our enemies!",This is a bad beginning. Mr. Rodney, before replying, judiciously gains time, and makes a diversion by poking the fire.,"You would have been her henchman,—is that right, Nicholas?—or her varlet," says Dorothy, with conviction, "And you would have had to stain your skin, and go round with a cross-bow, and with your mouth widened from ear to ear to give you the correct look. All æsthetic people have wide mouths, have they not, Nicholas?",Once, a long time ago, the antelope and the deer happened to meet on the prairie. They spoke together, giving each other the news, each telling what he had seen and done. After they had talked for a time the antelope told the deer how fast he could run, and the deer said that he could run fast too, and before long each began to say that he could run faster than the other. So they agreed that they would have a race to decide which could run the faster, and on this race they bet their galls. When they started, the antelope ran ahead of the deer from the very start and won the race and so took the deer's gall.,"Thank you," murmurs he, gratefully. There is evidently comfort in the thought. Then after a moment or two he goes on again, as though following out a pleasant idea: "Some day, perhaps, that vault will hold you too; and there at least we shall meet again, and be side by side.","I think I should like your mother," she says, naively and very sweetly, lifting her eyes steadily to his. "She is handsome, of course; and is she good as she is beautiful?","Sure you know I'd tell you if there was anything to tell," replies she, evasively.,For of the soule the bodie forme doth take,,Mona evades a reply..