“You shall, Mona,” I replied, with a sudden softening of my heart toward her. “I was only going to suggest that, if you love Foedric, Antonia may not like you so well.” Foedric began to protest that Antonia would not care, but Mona went right on with: “Another complication. What possible difference could it make to Antonia?” “Why, Antonia and Foedric love each other, you know.” “Oh, they love each other, and therefore no one else can love either of them. Is that it? But you have just been talking with Antonia. Don’t you love her?” “Oh, no,” I replied hastily. “Or, at any rate, not in the same way that I love you.” “Not in the same way. That’s another remark that I can’t see any sense in. I must say for myself that I have but one way in which to love, and that is with my whole heart, without reserve or qualification. I cannot parcel out my love, a little to one, a little more to another, and so on. It all goes out to everyone. I couldn’t be happy if I should try to restrain it. I think it must be like this delicious sunlight, which I am just beginning to enjoy, an equal comfort to all who choose to partake of it. I love you dearly. What can I do more? If I love others, I am not robbing you--take all you want, and then there will be just as much left.” “Mona,” I asked, as she finished, “where did you get such a heart? You are showing me how utterly selfish I have been.” “Good-by,” she exclaimed; “I am going back to Antonia. May I love her?” “You may love everybody,” I answered, as she left me with an exquisite note on her lips. Foedric and I fell into conversation about her. Foedric praised her to the skies, saying that, if this were a fair specimen, the inhabitants of the moon must have been a remarkable people, and that it was unfortunate that they had so nearly passed from the stage. When I found opportunity to think over the situation I concluded that I had given my heart to a peculiar being, and what had I received in return? She loved me--that was certain. But what kind of love was this, which had no respect to persons? I knew I could claim no exclusive right to the least corner of her heart, and yet she said: “All my heart is yours. What more can you ask?” I was not able to solve the riddle of her mysterious nature, but as I heard her tuneful voice and watched her beautiful face as she talked with Antonia, the very picture of innocent happiness, I realized with great intensity that I loved her more than ever. And I resolved to be patient, and try to lead her gradually into the way of loving which prevailed on the earth at the time we left it. In due time we landed on the ruddy planet, and there was great diversion for us all in seeing Mona’s continued astonishment and in hearing her varied song.