“Indeed I am! We are going to stay the night there,” I answered.
“Oh, please, don’t! That must be where the cat-woman lives!”
“If you had ever seen her, you would not call her by that name!”
“Nobody ever sees her: she has lost her face! Her head is back and side all round.”
“She hides her face from dull, discontented people!—Who taught you to call her the cat-woman?”
“I heard the bad giants call her so.”
“What did they say about her?”
“That she had claws to her toes.”
“It is not true. I know the lady. I spent a night at her house.”
“But she MAY have claws to her toes! You might see her feet, and her claws be folded up inside their cushions!”