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"Is—is Violet Mansergh a pretty girl?" asks Mona, grasping instinctively at the fact that any one called Violet Mansergh may be a possible rival.,"Oh, no, he didn't neither," laughed Billy. "He can't be that foolish.","Your guardians are with you I suppose?" said Erie, as he turned to go.,Of waving bough, or warbling bird,,Probably Feather-in-the-Wind did not understand the slang but he got what Bob meant, for he said, “Come!” and started off in the direction of the lower camp. He did not go through the village but cut up on the hillside, walking swiftly as if he knew where he was bound. Bob followed.,"I shall explain, and it is lucky for you that Mrs. Dallas gave you permission to ask me for an explanation, otherwise I should have been forced, from a sense of honor, to hold my tongue. As it is, I can tell you; Mrs. Dallas fears that if Isabella marries anyone but David her death will take place.","I shall tell it to you," replied Jen, with some hesitation; "but I am afraid I shall give you pain.",“You can search me.” Billy was about to remark further, when a commotion arose among the school children just passing on their way home.,CHAPTER XXXIX.,"She loves me best.","But I ain't wantin' to fight," Billy returned gently.,Violet, rising, flings from her the work she has been amusing herself with, and, with a gesture of impatience very foreign to her usual reserve goes up to Mona, and, slipping her arm round her, takes her quietly out of the room..