"She blows kisses, and then—then she goes to the Den."
"What to do?"
"She walks up and down the Den, talking to the man."
"And him no there?" cried Tommy, scared.
"No, there is no one there."
"And syne what do you do?"
"I won't tell you."
Tommy reflected, and then he said, "She's daft."
"She is not always daft," cried Grizel. "There are whole weeks when she is just sweet."
"Then what do you make of her being so queer in the Den?"