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"Some women in the great world overdo it," he goes on, "and choose things and colors utterly unsuited to their style. They are slaves to fashion. But,"It is here," says Mona, rather pleased at his remembering this promise of hers, and, going to a desk, proceeds to open a secret drawer, in which lies the picture in question.,"Ye—es; he will do," says Mona, after a second's careful thought, and even now reluctantly.,"Well, mother?" says Geoffrey, when he has gained her room and received her kiss, which is not exactly all it ought to be after a five months' separation. He is her son, and of course she loves him, but—as she tells herself—there are some things hard to forgive.,RED ROBE'S DREAM,"And do say it is like it," says Mona, entreatingly.,THE BUFFALO STONE,At this Mona, being a creature of impulse, grows once more pale and troubled.,"Can you tell how many days you have travelled?",And my day has no morning.',"Oh, why did you come?" she said to her father. "They will surely kill you.","That was very nasty of me," confesses Mona. "Yet," with a sigh, "perhaps I was right.".