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"'7—4,'" murmurs she, absently, still staring intently at the wall. "Weary me! no, indeed. That is one of the very few unkind things you have ever said to me. How could I weary of your voice? Go on; tell me where you keep this magical piano." "No," he replied, "my heart was sad; I did not count the days. Since I left, the berries have grown and ripened." "It was two hours ago," says Mona, gently. "And then it was quite daylight, or at least"—truthfully—"only the beginning of dusk.".