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"You and I appreciate Jack, if she doesn't, don't we, Mona?" she says, with pretty malice, echoing Mona's merriment. After which the would-be lecture comes to an end, and the three girls, clothing themselves in furs, go for a short walk before the day quite closes in.,He drops her arm, and looks as though he is prepared to drop her acquaintance also, at a moment's notice.,"Mona! There is no one so sweet or comforting as you are," she cries, giving her a grateful hug. "I really think I do feel a little better now.","'Tis I've bin prayin' for ye," says Biddy, taking her mistress's hand and kissing it fondly. "On me bended knees I was with the blessid beads for the last two hours. An' shure I've had me reward, now I see ye safe home agin. But indeed, Miss Mona, 'tis a sore time I've had uv it.",A pause.,"That was very nasty of me," confesses Mona. "Yet," with a sigh, "perhaps I was right.","What has Mr. Moore to do with you?" he asks, haughtily. "Who is he, that he should so speak to you?",Mona makes no reply.,"And then isn't it sweet to think," continues Violet, warming to her subject, "that when one's friends are dead one can still be of some service to them, in praying for their souls? It seems to keep them always with one. They don't seem so lost to us as they would otherwise.","I have heard of it. A third son would be poor, of course, and—and worldly people would not think so much of him as of others. Is that so?","I should think it a long journey," says Mona, shaking her head.,"Even in my thoughts I never applied those words to you," says Mona, earnestly. "Yet some feeling here"—laying her hand upon her heart—"compels me to believe you are not dealing fairly by us." To her there is untruth in every line of his face, in every tone of his voice..