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Its tune beneath the trees,,In the night, together, in sleep, without pain, their shadows had departed to the Sandhills.,Mona blushes painfully.,"That is a pretty verse," she says, quietly. "But I do not know the poem. I should like to read it.",The person answered him, "That is Wind Sucker's heart.","Well, if only to oblige you, I'll take Truant.",Silence. Mona taps the mound beside her with impatient fingers, her mind being evidently great with thought.,"Show Mr. Rodney in here, Bridget," says Mona unflinchingly, not looking at the distressed maid, or indeed at anything but the unobservant butter. And Bridget, with a sigh that strongly resembles the snort of a war-horse, ushers Mr. Rodney into the dairy.,For of the soule the bodie forme doth take,,One day a young married man killed a prairie rabbit. He ran home as fast as he could, and told one of his wives to hurry and get a skin of water to cook it. She started down to the river for water, and as she was going along she heard a beautiful song. She looked all about, but could see no one who was singing.,And pleasant, too, to think on.'","It won't trouble us, not a bit," says Mrs. Geoffrey, rising with alacrity. "I shall love it, the floor is so nice and slippery. Can any one whistle?".