Mr. Biggs laughed. "That smile of yours is very becoming," he said.
"Did you ever dream of a long legged, brindle cat with yellow eyes and a blue tail?" she asked, as if to change the subject.
"Never!"
"I wisht you had. Maybe you'd know how to scare it away. It carries on so."
"I know what would fix that cat," said Mrs. Kelso. "Give him the hot biscuits which you sometimes eat for supper. He'll never come again."
At this point Mr. Kelso returned with his gun on his shoulder and was introduced to Mr. Biggs.
"I welcome you to the hazards of my fireside," said Kelso. "So you're from St. Louis and stopped for repairs in this land of the ladder climbers. Sit down and I'll put a log on the fire."
"Thank you, I must go," said Biggs. "The doctor will be looking for me now."
"Can I not stay you with flagons?" Kelso asked.
"The doctor has forbidden me all drink but milk and water."