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There is a smile upon her lips; her hands are clasped behind her.,"Ah! Walzes and polkas, you mean?" she says, in a puzzled tone.,Another pause. Mona is on thorns. Will the branching path, that may give her a chance of escaping a further tete-a-tete with him, never be reached?,"Oh, fancy receiving the Boers whenever they call!" says Doatie, faintly, with a deep sigh that is almost a groan.,"She is safe to say something about it, and that will do for anything," says Rodney, out of the foolishness of his heart.,"Why should you bear malice to any one?" says Mona uneasily.,"Worse!" repeats his mother, in a withering tone. In this mood she is not nice, and a very little of her suffices.,"As berries," says Mona, genially.,"Spring comes slowly up this way","Oh, nonsense!" says Rodney, who is in high good humor and can see no rocks ahead. "When my mother sees you she will fall in love with you on the spot, as will everybody else. But look here, you know, you mustn't call her Mrs. Rodney!","Perhaps you do," she says, sadly. "And I, too,—you know how dear you all are to me; and it is just that that makes my heart so sore. But it is too late to warn. The time is past when words might have availed.","Where?" asks Doatie, eagerly..