Then said the woman, "Ah, magpie, pity me, help me; for now I need help. Look in the trampled mud of the wallow and see if you can find even a little piece of my father's body and bring it to me.",
"You aren't angry, are you?" says Mona, now really contrite. "I couldn't help it, and it was like it, you know.",
"How melancholy!" says Mona, with a nearer approach to brightness than she has shown all day..
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