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"Where are people when they are not at home?" asks Mona, simply.,'Meanwhile, apart, in the twilight gloom of a window's embrasure,As soon as the Cat had what he asked for, he boldly pulled on his boots, and, hanging his bag round his neck, he took the strings of it in his fore-paws, and started off for a warren where there were a great number of rabbits. He put some bran and sow-thistles in his bag, and then, stretching himself out as if he were dead, he waited till some young rabbit, little versed in the wiles of the world, should come and poke his way into the bag, in order to eat what was inside it.,Jen drew back and stared at the young man in angry surprise.,And pleasant, too, to think on.'","There are things that chill one more than water," returns he, slightly offended by her tone.,Just now it is blowing softly, delicately, as though its fury of the night before had been an hallucination of the brain. It is "a sweet and passionate wooer," says Longfellow, and lays siege to "the blushing leaf." There are no leaves for it to kiss to-day: so it bestows its caresses upon Mona as she wanders forth, close guarded by her two stanch hounds that follow at her heels.,“You bet!” Pretty endorsed, inelegantly.,“Let’s give the old fellow our air mattress. We won’t need it any more and maybe he would like it.”,"How do you do, Mr Eagle?" exclaimed Lucy.,"When will the prizes be announced?" she asked breathlessly, as the door clicked in its lock. "Shall we have to wait long?","Her mother!" cried David, quickly interrupting in his turn..