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Sinking into the cushioned embrasure of the window, Mona sits entranced, drinking in the beauty that is balm to her imaginative mind. The two dogs, with a heavy sigh, shake themselves, and then drop with a soft thud upon the ground at her feet,—her pretty arched feet that are half naked and white as snow: their blue slippers being all too loose for them.,"Name it!" exclaims she, seeing he still hesitates.,Here the old woman at the fire, who has been getting up and down from her three-legged stool during the past few minutes, and sniffing at the pot in an anxious manner, gives way to a loud sigh of relief. Lifting the pot from its crook, she lays it on the earthen floor.,Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.","I don't know, sir. I never was abroad before, an' I'm dead bate now, an' the bag's like lead.","Free-and-easy-going would be a more appropriate term, from all I have heard.","I sha'n't want to see them, perhaps," says Mona, apologetically, "but how shall I avoid it?","But—" begins he, impatiently, trying gently to put her to one side.,Then Geoffrey offers Mona his hand, and leads her to the centre of the polished floor. There they salute each other in a rather Grandisonian fashion, and then separate.,"I don't think I understand you," she says, at length, gravely. "Where would the rest of her be, if she wasn't all in the same place?",He turns to her again.,"Where are you going?" asks Rodney, afraid lest his last speech has offended her. She has her hat on,—a big Gainsborough hat, round which soft Indian muslin is clinging, and in which she looks nothing less than adorable..