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This eulogy on the departing Larry she delivers with much unction, and a good deal of check apron in the corner of one eye.,"I hope we shall be; I am sure we shall," returns Mona, quickly. It is sweet to her to find a possible friend in this alien land.,"Very good, miss; I'm going," says the woman, and with a last touch to the butter she covers it over with a clean wet cloth and moves to the yard door. The two chickens on the threshold, who have retreated and advanced a thousand times, now retire finally with an angry "cluck-cluck," and once more silence reigns.,Instinct warns her of treachery; common sense belies the warning. To which shall she give ear?,The buffalo were surprised and the magpie was glad, and flew about making a great noise.,His eyes, black and faintly savage, seem to burn into hers.,Seeing further talk is useless, Mona slips her hand into Rodney's and leads him down the road.,There was once a man who loved his wife dearly. After they had been married for a time they had a little boy. Some time after that the woman grew sick and did not get well. She was sick for a long time. The young man loved his wife so much that he did not wish to take a second woman. The woman grew worse and worse. Doctoring did not seem to do her any good. At last she died.,"Oh, yes," says Mona, brightening even under this small touch of friendliness. "I'm very fond of it, too. I can get through all the steps without a mistake.","Go back again, miss," he says, with much excitement. "They've brought him home, an' he's bad to look at. I've seed him, an' it's given me a turn I won't forget in a hurry. Go home, I tell ye. 'Tis a sight not fit for the eyes of the likes of you.",And so they are married, and last words are spoken, and adieux said, and sad tears fall, and for many days her own land knows Mona no more.,Next morning the wife and the little boy went out to dig roots, and the woman took the root digger with her, while the dog followed the little boy..