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"Go out then," said Kŭt-o-yĭs´, "and get some wood. We will make a bow and some arrows, and in the morning we will go down to where the buffalo are and kill something to eat.","Well done, Nolly! Go it again, old chap!","Yes; I stopped there for two or three days on my way down here. Well—and—your brother?" He cannot to himself explain the interest he feels in this story.,"Oh, yes—yes—I know; it doesn't matter; (I'll pay you out for this"), says Nolly, savagely, in an aside.,At this, in spite of everything, Rodney laughs lightly, and, taking her hand in his, draws it through his arm. There is love and trust and great content in his laugh.,"It is my opinion that you looked and listened all the time; and it was shamefully mean of you," says Dorothy.,"Go on, Nolly," says Nicholas.,"No; but I can fancy him, with his horrid bald head. Now, you know," holding up his hand to stop her as she is about to speak, "you know you said he hadn't a hair left on it.","My dear Oliver!" protests Lady Rodney, mildly.,"How I wish it didn't!" says Mona, with a sigh.,"What, indeed?" says Geoffrey, tragically. "Worse still, what would have become of poor Mona?",Whenever these lines come to me I think of Mona..