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CHAPTER XXXIII. "Good gracious, Mona, whom do you mean?" asks he, aghast both at her look and tone. "Were they brown?".
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This old woman, by hard work and sacrifice, had managed to rear the boys. She tanned robes for the hunters, made them moccasins worked with porcupine quills, and did everything she could to get a little food or worn out robes and hide, from which she made clothes for her boys. They never had new, brightly painted calf robes, like other children. They went barefoot in summer, and in winter their toes often showed through the worn out skin of their moccasins. They had no flesh. Their ribs could be counted beneath the skin; their cheeks were hollow; they looked always hungry. Mona, pleasantly, turning away. It was all terrible,—this young man coming and the thought that, no matter how they might try to disbelieve in his story, still it might be true. "Did she have both together on her knee?" asks Dorothy, vaguely. "She must have found it heavy.".
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