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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.,Presently he came to another lodge, and the man who owned it came out and spoke to him, asking where he was going. The young man said, "I am looking for my dead wife. I mourn for her so much that I cannot rest. My little boy too keeps crying for his mother. They have offered to give me other wives, but I do not want them. I want the one for whom I am searching.",Then Mona goes on quietly,—,Mona makes no reply.,"Be quite sure," returns she, smiling.,"Let it be so, then," replied the husband; "but remember that if trouble comes, it is you who have brought it on yourself and on our son.","Why, they can't help it," explains he. "They are sent half the time.",In remembrance of a shroud.",Then she strains the water from it, and looks with admiration upon its steaming contents. "The murphies" (as, I fear, she calls the potatoes) are done to a turn.,"Thank you, darling," replies he, meekly.,"Oh, no; because if you can sing at all—that is correctly, and without false notes—you must feel music and love it.",No sun upon an Easter day.