"Do ye want to come back to the scow, Scraggy?"
"Ye mean to live?"
Lem shoved out his hairy chin.
"Yep, to live," said he.
"Did ye come to ask me back, Lemmy?"
"Yep, or I wouldn't have been here. I've been thinkin' our fambly oughter be together."
"Fambly!" echoed Screech Owl wonderingly.
"Yep, Scraggy. We'll get the boy again, and all of us'll live on the scow."
His swarthy face went yellow in the candlelight, and the huge goiter under his chin evidenced by its movements the emotion through which he was passing. Scraggy had sunk to the floor. Now she crawled nearer him, staring at his face with wonder-widened eyes.
"Do ye mean, Lemmy, that ye love yer pretty boy brat well enough to want him on the scow, and that he can eat all he wants?"