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"Do you know by what name I shall always call you in my thoughts?","I don't want to think of it," says her friend, desperately.,Lady Rodney, rising hurriedly, sails with offended dignity from the room.,He took them to the edge of a cliff and showed them how to heap up piles of stone, running back from the cliff like this dots in long v , with the point of the V toward the cliff. He said to the people, "Now, do you hide behind these piles of stones, and when I lead the buffalo this way, as they get opposite to you, stand up.","It doesn't matter. Come upstairs with me, Mona. I want to tell you all about it," says Doatie. The reaction has set in, and she is again tearful, and reduced almost to despair.,On the middle of the rustic bridge before mentioned he stops her, to say, unexpectedly,—,"Oh, not yet!" entreats faithful Mona, in a miserable tone; "not yet. Remember what I said. I promised to remain with him until the very end.","Oh, poor Nicholas!" says Mona sadly, "and poor little Doatie!","Poor infant! It is her first essay," says Nolly, pitifully.,Another pause, longer than the last.,He means highest praise. She accepts his words as a kind rebuke.,"I admit all that. But how can they help it, when they have no money and when there are always the dear children? I dare say we are dirty, but so are other nations, and no one sneers at them as they sneer at us. Are we dirtier than the canny Scots on whom your queen bestows so much of her society? Tell me that!".