a-greed where to live. They
chose Farm-er Jones' cel-lar,
be-cause there were bar-rels of
ap-ples, bas-kets of eggs, and
shelves loaded with good-ies,
and an egg, or an ap-ple, or a
stray cake would not be missed.
"I lived once," said Gray
Cloak, "in the cel-lar of a
wom-an who bought by the