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THE MAHOGANY TREE,Mona is enchanted with the many varieties she sees that are unknown to her, and, being very much not of the world, is not ashamed to express her delight. Looking carefully through all, she yet notices that a tiny one, dear to her, because common to her sweet Killarney, is not among his collection.,"Ho, ho; and by whom?",Late that night when Billy’s mother followed him to the Fo’castle, he asked, “Are you pleased with it, little mother?”,"Yes, if it is fine," says Mona, after a faint hesitation.,Anson looked troubled. "Supposin' I don't know—" he began, but Billy shook his head.,"You have saved my life," he says, in a tone that trembles for the first time this evening, "my love! my brave girl! But what an ordeal for you!",The bottle went crash, and a furious yell informed the neighborhood that the Gang was “up to some new deviltry.”,And so, as there is nobody else exactly suitable in town, it all simmers down to one or the other of these or Alfred. In my heart I knew that I couldn't hesitate a minute—and in the flash of a second I decided. Of course I love Alfred, and I'll take him gladly and be the wife he has waited for all these six lonely years. I'll make everything up to him, if I have to diet to keep thin for him the rest of my life. Probably I shall have that very thing to do, and I get weak at the idea. Before I burn this book I'll have to copy it all out and be chained to it for life. At the thought my heart dropped like a sinker to my toes; but I hauled it up to its normal place with picturing to myself how Alfred would look when he saw me in that old blue muslin remade into a Rene wonder. However, my old heart would show a strange propensity for sinking down into my slippers without any reason at all. Tears were even coming into my eyes when Tom suddenly came over the fence and picked me and the heart up together and put us into an adventure of the first water.,Out in the front hall stood Miss Melling, holding in her hand a plate on which was a big piece of cake with thick frosting on it.,“What is Betty like?”,“You’re George Rideout Smith’s kid, ain’t you?”.