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"Fancy a turkey ghost," says Mona. "How ugly it would be. It would have all its feathers off, of course.",So Kŭt-o-yĭs´ set off for that place, and when he came to the camp he went into an old woman's lodge.,"Eh?" says Mrs. Geoffrey.,He, too, looks at her. The same thought fills them both. As they are together there in the water, so (pray they) "may we be together in life." This hope is sweet almost to solemnity.,"You were right," said the young man. "This is surely the person who has hidden the buffalo.","Well," said Kŭt-o-yĭs´, "you may go and breed more bears.","What a shame!" says Mona, angrily. Then she changes her note, and says, with a soft, low, mocking laugh, "How I pity you!","Do you sing?" asks he, through mere force of habit, as she pauses.,"Wasn't much!" interrupts Geoffrey, with an attempt at carelessness that rather falls through beneath the gaze of those searching eyes. "Well, no more he is, you know, as a rule, unless some kind relative comes to his assistance.",She hastens her steps, and runs down hurriedly into the hall below, which is almost as light as day. Turning aside, she makes for the library, and now (and not till now) remembers she has no light, and that the library, its shutters carefully closed every night by the invaluable Jenkins himself, is of necessity in perfect darkness.,"Oh, well," said Kŭt-o-yĭs´, "you can go and breed snakes so there will be more. The people will not be afraid of little snakes.","Certainly dear. Who is it?".