“Like cats?” said the old gentleman.
“Oh yes!” I said.
“Ah! I see you’ve made friends.”
“Yes, I replied; but I haven’t made friends with that boy Shock.”
“Well, that does not matter,” said Old Brownsmith. “Come, sit down; bread and milk morning.”
I sat down opposite to him, to find that a big basin of bread and milk stood before each of us, and at which, after a short grace, Old Brownsmith at once began.
I hesitated for a moment, feeling a little awkward and strange, but I was soon after as busy as he.
“Not going to be ill, I see,” he said suddenly. “You must be on the look-out another time. Accident—Ike didn’t mean it.”
I was going to say I was sure of that, when he went on:
“So you haven’t made friends with Shock?”