"Oh, no, don't," says Mona, earnestly. Then she stops short, and blushes a faint sweet crimson.,
Silence. Mona taps the mound beside her with impatient fingers, her mind being evidently great with thought.,
"You insult me," says Dorothy, growing even whiter than she was before, "when you speak to me of—of——".
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