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Lone Feather wrapped his robe more closely around him and walked slowly from his lodge door and from the camp, off toward the north. He was thinking of many things, and hardly noticed where he was going. Presently as he walked, he heard the sound of persons talking. He stopped to listen. The sound came from a lodge made of stone, close by the river. Quietly he went toward the lodge and saw a thin blue line of smoke coming from the top.,Presently her cry is answered. A thick cloud of pigeons—brown and white and bronze and gray—come wheeling into sight from behind the old house, and tumble down upon her in a reckless fashion. They perch upon her head, her shoulders, her white soft arms, even her hands, and one, more adventurous than the rest, has even tried to find a slippery resting-place upon her bosom.,"I should think it a long journey," says Mona, shaking her head.,"Hist, Miss Mona! hist!" says this voice close at Mona's ear. She starts violently.,Lady Rodney and Violet are sitting over the fire, and now Mona joins them, gowned in the blue satin dress in which she had come to meet Geoffrey, not so many months ago, in the old wood behind the farm.,"'What darling little hands you have!'" begins Nolly, quite innocently.,Why it has become suddenly necessary that Violet should be made cosey and comfortable she omits to explain.,There is a smile upon her lips; her hands are clasped behind her.,"Welcome," said the man, and he motioned to a place where the stranger should sit.,"I am glad you have been pleased to-night," says Mona, shyly, abashed by his studied silence. "But," nervously, "Killarney is even more beautiful. You must go there.",And now what remains to be told? But little, I think! For my gentle Mona has reached that haven where she would be!,"She was very nice to me," says Mona, "and is, I think, a very pleasant old lady. She asked me to go and see her next Thursday.".