"Well?" said she again at last.
"Then," said I, "if you are friendless, God forbid that I should refuse you the shelter of even such a place as this—so—if you are homeless, and without money—stay here—if you will—so long as it pleases you."
I kept my eyes directed to the running water at my feet as I waited her answer, and it seemed a very long time before she spoke.
"Are you fond of stewed rabbit?"
"Rabbit!" said I, staring.
"With onions!"
"Onions?"
"Oh, I can cook a little, and supper is waiting."
"Supper?"
"So if you are hungry—"