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Mona exclaimed, with a quick, in-drawn breath, as she picked these up, and read the superscription on the uppermost envelope, "'Miss Mona Forester! Can it be that these things belonged to my mother? And this picture! Oh, yes, it must be the very one that Louis Hamblin told me about a picture of my father painted on ivory and set in a costly frame embellished with rubies!"
The next morning, when Mona went into the sewing-room, she found a tiny vase filled with choice flowers upon her table. She suspected that Mr. Hamblin might have been the donor, and she was annoyed that he should presume to take such a liberty upon so slight an acquaintance.
A pang of jealousy thrilled her heart, as she saw the exquisite picture Patty made, and saw, too, the lovely gift Farnsworth had given her. Daisy's costume was beautiful and exceedingly artistic, but the grey, misty garb seemed tame beside Patty's clear coloured draperies and bright, sea-weed tangled hair. "Patty, you're wonderful!" Mona exclaimed.
"No I have no friends;" Mona said, flushing and with starting tears. "Indeed," returned her companion, in a tone of sympathy, "I noticed that you were in mourning I am very sorry." Mona had heard so few words of sympathy of late that she came near losing her self-control at this, and she found herself unable to make any reply, lest her tears should fall.
Buso figures prominently in the ulit; animals play the part of heroes in Buso tales; while in nature myths the traditional Mona are more or less closely associated with the shifting of sky and sun. But this is merely equivalent to saying that all the tales hang together. A word as to the form of the stories and the manner of narration.
"Mona, you say true. I have the same strange impression that I have seen a face like hers, but who or where I cannot say." "What would my Lady say, if I said it was our dear Prince? God rest his soul!" "Mona, it is so, yes," added the lady, looking more intently, "how singular! the very traits of our house in a peasant-girl! She is of Sorrento, I judge, by her costume, what a pretty one it is!
"You were so young then, Mona. You probably thought little about her character. And, too, her ill health has come, and that has undoubtedly ruffled her disposition." "Well, she'll ruffle mine, if she stays here long." "Of course she'll stay here, and we must make the best of it. Perhaps we can train her to be a little less exacting. And then, too, you can arrange to have the servants wait on her.
Montague sought Mona and informed her that a party of friends had arranged for a pleasure trip through the South and down the Mississippi, and asked her if she would accompany her, since Louis had business to attend to, and could not act as her escort.
I don't care what car we take, but I do love a short, quick drive, and then come back for the dance." "All right, I'll go. Mona won't mind, if I don't stay long." "Oh, only just around a block or two. Just to clear the effect of these flowers and candles from our brain." "Isn't your brain a little weak, if it can't stand flowers and candles?" asked Patty, laughing.
"You won't see one at the ball Monday night that can hold a candle to her!" Mona had flushed a vivid scarlet when he had so unceremoniously forced his way into the room; but at his bold compliment she turned haughtily away from his gaze with the air of an offended queen.
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