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So began the Bull Society.,"And 'A dumb priest loses his benefice,'" quotes Mona, in her turn, almost gayly too.,"Have you any sisters?" he asks, vaguely.,"I really don't know, ma'am. Mitchell gave it to me," says the girl, in an injured tone. Now, Mitchell is Lady Rodney's maid.,"Geoffrey, will you take me to him?" says Mona, rousing herself.,And through the woodlands swell,"Don't you know?" says Mr. Darling, mysteriously. "It is a secret, but I know you can be trusted. Every morning early she has them carefully swept, with tea-leaves to keep down the dust, and if the tea is strong it kills the weeds.",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.,With Philippa they have some tea, and then again follow their indefatigable hostess to a distant apartment that seems more or less to jut out from the house, and was in olden days a tiny chapel or oratory.,THE BUFFALO-PAINTED LODGES,"Is your brother, Mr. Rodney, like you?" asks Mona presently.,"To-day, you mean: you will only have to wait a few short hours," she says, gratefully. "Let us leave this hateful room," with a shudder. "I shall never be able to enter it again without thinking of this night and all its horrors.".