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The painters were told what to do long, long ago, "in about the second generation after the first people.",It is in the spring—so we have been told—that "a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love;" yet it is in the autumn that our young man takes to this pleasing if somewhat unsatisfactory amusement.,The Thunder sat at the back of the lodge and looked at him with awful eyes. The man looked above and saw hanging there many pairs of eyes. Among them were those of his wife.,And witty to talk with,,"Well, really!" says Mona, mistaking him. She moves back with a heightened color, disengages her hands from his and frowns slightly.,Then he turns his head away again to let his eyes rest on Mona, as though nowhere else can peace or comfort be found.,"No doubt," returns his mother, sneeringly.,"Throw them away," said his father; "throw them both away. That is not a root digger; that is not a dog.","No," says the boy valiantly; but he looks hungry, and Geoffrey's heart smites him, the more in that he himself is starving likewise.,The woman called again, "No, no; do not go on; come now and wrestle once with me.","Come and sit by me. You can spare me a few minutes," she says, drawing her ample skirts to one side. Mona, taking her hand from Lauderdale's arm, drops into the proffered seat beside his mother, much to that young man's chagrin, who, having inherited the material hankering after that "delightful prejudice," as Theocritus terms beauty, is decidedly epris with Mrs. Geoffrey, and takes it badly being done out of his tete-a-tete with her.,"Nothing on earth shall bring me to say that," says Mona, solemnly. "Nothing!".