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"Yes, of course; but I heard, too, how he escaped his would-be assassin.","You are talking too much," says Mona, nervously.,"Neither could I," puts in Geoffrey. "But it was hard on you, my darling.",To-morrow will be market-day in Bantry, to which the week's butter must go; and now the churning is over, and the result of it lies cold and rich and fresh beneath Mona's eyes. She herself is busily engaged printing little pats off a large roll of butter that rests on the slab before her; her sleeves are carefully tucked up, as on that first day when Geoffrey saw her; and in defiance of her own heart—which knows itself to be sad—she is lilting some little foolish lay, bright and shallow as the October sunshine that floods the room, lying in small silken patches on the walls and floor.,Her eyes fill with tears.,The man-eater was the seventh and last of the bad things to be destroyed by Kŭt-o-yĭs´.,"And the child,—Miss Mona?" asks Geoffrey.,"It is down by the river," the old woman answered. "We pound on it and the buffalo run out.",Now Scarface was ready to return home. The Sun and Morning Star gave him many good presents; the Moon cried and kissed him and was sorry to see him go. Then the Sun showed him the short trail. It was the Wolf Road—the Milky Way. He followed it and soon reached the ground.,Any demonstration on her part just now may make a scene, and scenes are ever abhorrent. And might she not yet further widen the breach between mother and son by an ill-timed show of affection for the latter?,"I do," returns she, tremulously.,The door of the room she is approaching is wide open, and inside, as Mona draws nearer, it becomes apparent that some one is talking very loudly, and with much emphasis, and as though determined not to be silenced. Argument is plainly the order of the hour..