Mona brushed by him and stepped out where the rising moon shone on her hair and into her big, blue-gray eyes.
"I wish you all would please go away," she said.

"You are making mamma sick.

She's got it in her head that you are going to do something awful, and I can't convince her you're not.

I told her you wouldn't do anything so sneaking, but she's awfully nervous about it.

Won't you please go, right now ?" They looked sheepishly at one another; every man of them feared the ridicule of his neighbor.
"Why, sure we'll go," cried Park, rallying.