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"Bonuvs," says Mona, mildly, going back naturally to the Irish term for those interesting babies.,"I doubt your queen lacks dignity," she says, with a quick blush, when she has achieved her tender crime.,"But what was the subject of it?","Well, not just now, I think," says Mona, evasively.,To make personal remarks, we all know, is essentially vulgar, is indeed a breach of the commonest show of good breeding; yet somehow Mrs. Geoffrey's tone does not touch on vulgarity, does not even belong to the outermost skirts of ill-breeding. She has an inborn gentleness of her own, that carries her safely over all social difficulties.,Do paint the meadows with delight.","Lave him alone!" cries she; "take yer hands off him! He's dead, as ye well know, the whole of ye. There's no more ye can do to him. Then lave his poor body to the woman whose heart is broke for the want of him!","Oh, it is dreadfully late!" says Mona, with much compunction. "Come, let us hurry.",The teapot, meanwhile, is calmly ignoring its rage, and is positively turning up its nose at it. It is a very proud old teapot, and is looking straight before it, in a very dignified fashion, at a martial row of cups and saucers that are drawn up in battle-array and are only waiting for the word of command to march upon the enemy.,"You are right: I see it now," says Geoffrey, whitening a little, "Warden wrote that paper, no doubt," glancing at the dirty bit of writing that has led to the discovery. "He evidently had his knowledge from old Elspeth, who must have known of this secret hiding-place from my great-grandfather. My father, I am convinced, knew nothing of it. Here, on the night of my grandfather's death, the old woman must have hidden the will, and here it has remained ever since until to-night. Yet, after all, this is mere supposition," says Geoffrey. "We are taking for granted what may prove a myth. The will may never been placed here, and he himself——","I am so glad you are poor," says Mona. "If you were rich or even well off, I should never consent,—never!","Pity me, O Sun!" he prayed; and turning away, he set off to look for the trail to the Sun's lodge..