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"Oh, Nolly, what?" says Mona; "do tell us." She fixes her eyes on his.,Her eyes fall upon the hearthrug. Half under the fender a small piece of crumpled paper attracts her notice. Still talking, she stoops mechanically and picks it up, smooths it, and opens it.,Now they began to do their best to make life easier for the good old woman who had worked so hard to keep them from starving and freezing.,"Shall I write to her?" asks Mona, gently. "Say what you wish done.",A loose stone that has fallen from its home in the mountain-side above uprears itself in the middle of this turbulent stream. But it is too far from the edge, and Mona, standing irresolutely on the brink, pauses, as though half afraid to take the step that must either land her safely on the other side or else precipitate her into the angry little river.,"Ah!" says Doatie, clasping her hands. "And——","Yes, I recollect; they are from the 'Winter's Tale.' I think," says Mona, shyly; "but you say too much for me.","I won't betray you," she says. "You may trust me. Where are they stationed?",The young man answered, "I am mourning for my wife. She died some time ago. I am looking for her.","Oh, if I could be quite, quite sure you would never regret it!" says Mona, wistfully.,"But you couldn't fondle a pig on your knees," says Mona, who is growing every minute more and more mixed.,Her eyes have grown darker; her mouth is stern. To Rodney, who is watching her anxiously, she seems positively transformed. What a terrible power lies within her slight frame to feel both good and evil! What sad days may rest in store for this girl, whose face can whiten at a passing grievance, and whose hands can tremble at a woe in which only a dependant is concerned! Both sorrow and joy must be to her as giants, strong to raise or lower her to highest elevations or lowest depths..