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"Hateful?" she suggested, sated bore!"

"Dreadful!" and she hty child,--then she sank down on the sun-baked turf in an easy half-reclining attitude--"It's certainly much worse to be a bore than to be hated Hate is quite a live sentiment,--besides it alwaysthat is quite indifferent to you, but of course you CAN be bored! YOU are bored by me and I am bored by YOU!--and we are absolutely indifferent to each other! What a co down at the figure resting on the ground at his feet, its white garh they were sentiently aware that they must keep the line of classic beauty in every fold

"Boredom is the trouble"--she went on--"No one escapes it The very babies of to-day are bored We all know too norant--they had no sort of idea why they were born, or what they came into the world for Now they've learned the horrid truth that they are only here just as the trees and flowers are here--to breed other trees and flowers and then go out of it--for no purpose, apparently They are 'disillusioned' They say 'what's the use?' To put up with soafter us e shall never see,--it seems perfectly foolish and futile They used to believe in another life after this--but that hope has been knocked out of them Besides it's quite open to question whether any of us would care to live again Probably itleft That's why sobored"

He listened in cold silence After a pause-"Have you done?" he said

She looked up at him The moonbeams set tiny frosty sparkles in her eyes

"Have I done?" she echoed--"No,--not quite! I love talking--and it's a new and a sensation for me to talk to a ht of the moon! So wild and picturesque you know! All the men I've ever met have been dressed to death! Have you had your dinner?"

"I never dine," he replied

"Really! Don't you eat and drink at all?"