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"Not until two?" says Mona, growing miserable again.,"I cannot, madam.","He's at Prep now, but he'll enter Yale next year," she ended proudly. "He's awfully clever, though he doesn't show it. He behaves just as silly and stupid as other boys most of the time.","Dido?",I believe it will be a real relief to write down how I feel about him in his old book, and I shall do it whenever I can't stand him any longer; and if he gave the horrid, red leather thing to me to make me miserable he can't do it; not this spring! I wish I dare burn it up and forget about it, but I daren't! This record on the first page is enough to reduce me—to tears, and I wonder why it doesn't.,He draws Mrs. Geoffrey's hand through his arm, and goes towards the lodge.,"I do not know how that may be," said the Princess, "but I know well enough that I am very stupid, and that is the cause of the grief that is killing me.","Well you do more than most people, then," said Billy. "The folks 'round here think I'm crazy, I guess, an' Joe Scraff—he's got an English setter dog an' shoots a lot; he told me that if he happened onto my quail an' partridge he'd bag as many of 'em as he could. I told him that if he shot my birds, he'd better watch out fer his white Leghorn chickens but he laughed at me.",Maurice sat down weakly on a block and wiped his face on his sleeve.,"That's old Harry and his tin whistle," muttered Caleb, "Glory be! but can't he jest make that thing sing?",“Mr. Moseley says I am ready for my college exams, Dad. Tells me that he can’t take me along any further.”,“Well, Bob,” remarked Mr. Hazard when the tale was done, “you certainly had a better time here than you would have had if you had gone to Russia with me!”.