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"How could you laugh?" says Mona, reproachfully.,"'What darling little hands you have!'" begins Nolly, quite innocently.,"Well, really, now you say it," says Geoffrey, as though suddenly struck with a satisfactory idea, "it is uncommonly like Nolly's tale: when you come to compare one with the other they sound almost similar.","But I wish it had been any one but Mona," says Geoffrey, still agitated.,There is triumph in her eye, and a malicious sparkle, and just a touch of rebellion.,"Because"—the smile has died away now, and she is looking down upon him, as he lies stretched at her feet in the uncertain moonlight, with an expression sad but earnest,—"because, though I am only a farmer's niece, I cannot bear farmers, and, of course, other people would not care for me.","Yes, blue looks very nice on me. Geoffrey, if Uncle Brian hears of this, will he be angry?",So saying, he embraces her warmly, and, running downstairs, jumps into the dog-cart, and drives away behind the "vicious Black Bess.",But now the poor old grandmother was afraid. "I dare not tell him that," she exclaimed. "He would kill me, and you. His anger would be fearful.","And the child,—Miss Mona?" asks Geoffrey.,"What can I do for you?" she asks, gently.,"'In the midst of life we are in debt,'" says Nolly, solemnly. Which is the best thing he could have said, as it makes them all laugh in spite of their pending misfortunes..