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"You haven't asked me who I am," says the stranger, as though eager to detain her at any cost, still without a smile, and always with his eyes fixed upon her face. It seems as though he positively cannot remove them, so riveted are they.,Mona pours out the tea—which is excellent—and puts in the cream—which is a thing to dream of—with a liberal hand. She smiles at Geoffrey across the sugar-bowl, and chatters to him over the big bowl of flowers that lies in the centre of the table. Not a hothouse bouquet faultlessly arranged, by any means, but a great, tender, happy, straggling bunch of flowers that seem to have fallen into their places of their own accord, regardless of coloring, and fill the room with their perfume.,He also broke off pieces of stone, and fixed them in a handle, and told them that when they killed the buffalo they should cut up the flesh with these stone knives.,"Thank you; so I shall, if you will come with me.","From whom?" demands Mona, lazily, seeing the writing is unknown to her.,This chief ghost said to him, "You shall stay here for four nights and you shall see your wife, but you must be very careful or you will never go back. You will die here in this very place.",Soon an old woman, bent with age and crippled, came from the door and smiled as she saw the two persons coming.,The man cut the string that held the eyes, and his wife stood beside him.,"You are all wet. Do go home and change your clothes," says Mona, who is still sitting on the grass with her gown spread carefully around her. "Or perhaps"-reluctantly—"it will be better for you to go to the farm, where Bridget will look after you.","Where are you going—far from the camp?" asked the old woman.,There is a strange hush and silence everywhere. The very clouds are motionless in their distant homes.,Ten minutes later, having bidden their hostess a hearty farewell, they step out into the open air and walk towards the farm..