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"Why on earth," says Nolly, "can't they tell each other, what they have told the world long ago, that they adore each other? It is so jolly senseless, don't you know?","Oh, no, not that," says Mona. "Poor Ireland! Every one either laughs at her or hates her. Though I like my adopted country, still I shall always feel for old Erin what I could never feel for another land.","Of the last time I heard any one sing," returns he, slowly. "I was comparing that singer very unfavorably with you. Your voice is so unlike what one usually hears in drawing-rooms.",The description is graphic, certainly.,"It won't trouble us, not a bit," says Mrs. Geoffrey, rising with alacrity. "I shall love it, the floor is so nice and slippery. Can any one whistle?",Still evening on, and twilight gray,And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue,"An aim!" he says, bitterly. "I think I have found an end to my life where most fellows find a beginning.",Mona evades a reply.,It is quite too much for the Æsthetic.,She looks so full of belief in her own fancy that she inspires Doatie on the spot with a similar faith.,"Oh, never mind your young and innocent days: we never heard of them," says Dorothy, impatiently. "Do get on to it.".