“And when shall we come to Mrs. Sales’ house? Is she an old lady?”
“I don’t think you would call her very old. She is younger than I am.”
“Oh, that’s not old,” Henrietta said kindly. “Has she any children?”
“No, there’s a cat and a dog—especially a cat.”
“And a husband, I suppose?”
“Yes, a husband. Do you like cats, Henrietta?”
“They catch mice,” Henrietta said informatively.
“I don’t think this one has ever caught a mouse, but it lies in wait— for something. Cats are horrible; they listen.” And she added, as though to herself, “They frighten me.”
“I’m more afraid of dogs,” Henrietta said.
“Oh, but you mustn’t be.”