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The morning wanes, and luncheon declares itself. When it has come to an end, Mona going slowly up the stairs to her own room is met there by one of the maids,—not her own,—who hands her a sealed note.,"I promise you faithfully," says Mona.,"Is it? I always heard it was rather a jolly sort of little place, once you got into it—well.","I wonder," she says to herself, softly, "whether he will be with me at the usual hour to-morrow, or,—a little earlier!","I wish I could see it!" says Geoffrey, longingly.,This old woman, by hard work and sacrifice, had managed to rear the boys. She tanned robes for the hunters, made them moccasins worked with porcupine quills, and did everything she could to get a little food or worn out robes and hide, from which she made clothes for her boys. They never had new, brightly painted calf robes, like other children. They went barefoot in summer, and in winter their toes often showed through the worn out skin of their moccasins. They had no flesh. Their ribs could be counted beneath the skin; their cheeks were hollow; they looked always hungry.,"I wish I could see it!" says Geoffrey, longingly.,"But she lost her husband," says Mona, gently.,"I'll tell you all something," he says, "though I hardly think I ought, if you will swear not to betray me.","No; very near you,—nearer than you think," says Mona, quick to notice any variation in his tone, awaking from her reverie with a start, and laying one of her hands over his. "Geoffrey," earnestly, "what is the exact meaning of the word 'scheme'? Would an honest man (surely he would not) talk of scheming?" Which absurd question only shows how unlearned she yet is in the great lessons of life.,"I shall never regret anything, as long as I have you!" says Rodney. "Be assured of that.","What's that?" asked Mona. "Don't speak of your mother as if she were a chromatic scale.".