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"I am afraid you must class me with the ignorant," says Mona, shaking her pretty head. "I know nothing at all about thistles, except that donkeys love them!","Then the people who send them should be ashamed! But what about the other half of their time that they spend from home?","Yes, but we are all so different from the English. We have no pretty fair hair in Ireland, or at least very little of it.","Perhaps you are tired of staying here," says Mona, with compunction, turning to Geoffrey, "and would like to go home? I suppose every one cannot love this spot as I do. Yes," rising, "I am selfish. Do come home.","Hist, Miss Mona! hist!" says this voice close at Mona's ear. She starts violently.,"She is out," says Lady Rodney, in a compressed tone.,"Oh, quite. They used to take me all over the college, and sometimes to the bands in the squares. They were very good to me.","Oh, Dorothy, don't do that! Don't, my dearest, my pet!" he entreats. "I won't say another word, not one, if you will only stop.",A deep hush has fallen upon everything. The air is cold and piercing. Mona shivers, and draws even closer to Geoffrey, as, mute, yet full of saddest thought, they move through the leafless wood.,The bell stops, and a loud knock at the hall-door takes its place. Was ever sweeter sound heard anywhere? Mona draws her breath quickly, and then as though ashamed of herself goes on stoically with her task. Yet for all her stoicism her color comes and goes, and now she is pale, and now "celestial, rosy red, love's proper hue," and now a little smile comes up and irradiates her face.,"I don't understand you," says Geoffrey, still rather hotly.,"I want to very much," says poor Mona, her eyes filling with tears. "But," hopelessly, "must I begin by learning to tell lies?" All this teaching is very bitter to her..