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“My eye!” exclaimed Clarence, mockingly shading his eyes from his sister’s radiance, “She’s got her joy-bells on, what’s the stunt?”,Some time elapses before he speaks again, and Mona is almost hoping he may have fallen into a quiet slumber, when he opens his eyes and says, regretfully,—,Her infinite variety.","Look at him, under that fern there!" exclaims Mona, in her clear treble, that has always something sweet and plaintive in it. "On your right—no! not on your left. Sure you know your right, don't you?" with a full, but unconscious, touch of scorn. "Hurry! hurry! or he will be gone again. Was there ever such a hateful bird! With his good food in the yard, and his warm house, and his mother crying for him! Ah! there you have him! No!—yes! no! He is gone again!",Patricia, at the mirror, paused in the act of pinning on her hat, her eyes riveted on the vision in dull green.,"Hey? Oh, all right, all right. Stanhope's a fine youngster, but poor, poor.",“You bet!” Pretty endorsed, inelegantly.,“What is that you say? Speak out, my boy.”,"Supposin' I said the snake killed the hawk?",“It was four.”,Croaker turned his back and murmured a whole string of "coro-corrs," which to Billy meant just as plain as words could say it that he hadn't the slightest intention of telling anything.,But Patricia shrank from appearing too magnanimous..