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"You aren't angry, are you?" says Mona, now really contrite. "I couldn't help it, and it was like it, you know.",Some time after that the people moved camp and went out and killed buffalo, and these two men made two lodges, and painted them just as the lodges were painted that they had seen in the river.,"Some other day you can do that. Now go," says Mona, imperiously, waving her hand.,In the distance a woman is bending over a keeler making up a huge mass of butter into rolls, nicely squared and smoothed, to make them look their best and handsomest to-morrow.,"I should very much like to go," says Mona, gently, and with some eagerness. She has been sitting very quietly with her hands before her, hardly hearing what is passing around her,—lost, buried in thought.,"Thunder has stolen my wife," the man answered. "I am looking for his dwelling-place that I may find her.",With Captain Rodney and Sir Nicholas she makes way at once, though she is a little nervous and depressed, and not altogether like her usual gay insouciant self. She is thrown back upon herself, and, like a timid snail, recoils sadly into her shell.,Now he takes advantage of this general permission, and closes them with a soft caress.,"I came to take my daughter back to my lodge. Come, let us go.",So peace is restored, and presently, forsaking the pats of butter and the dairy, they wander forth into the open air, to catch the last mild breezes that belong to the dying day.,"I don't think I shall," says Geoffrey, in a low tone.,"You did not mean it, Mona, did you? You are content here with me?—you have no regret?".