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"Why?" says Mona. "I couldn't well call her any thing else until I know her.","Fancy a turkey ghost," says Mona. "How ugly it would be. It would have all its feathers off, of course.","I hardly know.","Quite sure," returns her future mother-in law, grimly. "I never speak, Dorothy, without foundation for what I say.","Weary me! no, indeed. That is one of the very few unkind things you have ever said to me. How could I weary of your voice? Go on; tell me where you keep this magical piano.",Mona shudders.,"It was true," says Mona: "I was writing letters for Geoffrey.",Before his spirit started for the Sand Hills he saw that with a large knife she cut up his body and put the pieces into a pot. Soon they were well cooked and the old woman and the two bears feasted on his flesh.,Then Mona rises, and they both come to the entrance of the small room, and stand where Lady Rodney can overhear what they are saying.,"My dear mother, you forget the path leading from the southern gate to Plumston Road has been open to the public for generations. He was at perfect liberty to walk there.","Lady Lilias Eaton, you mean?" asks Lady Rodney. "That reminds me we are bound to go over there to-morrow. At least, some of us.",So thinks Mona, and goes steadily on to the library, dreading nothing, and inexpressibly cheered by the thought that gloom at least does not await her there..