“‘To hunt mice,’ said the woman. ‘An eating-house always draws them.’
“‘But, you could have got one in the city. Why take my little friend, who loves the country?’
“‘City cats ain’t no good,’ said the woman. ‘They’re all sick, except the rich cats that have a nice place to play.’
“‘Stealing is always wrong,’ said Granny.
“‘You bet it is,’ said the woman. ‘I ain’t goin’ to steal nothin’ again. I was brought up right. I had a good mother.’
“‘How is your business getting on?’ then asked Granny, for she likes to know all about any one she sees.
“‘Rank,’ said the woman, ‘the place needs a new fit-out, and the landlord won’t do it.’
“‘By fit-out, what do you mean?’ asked Granny.
“‘I mean new paper, new linoleum, some mirrors—folks love to stare at themselves, and I want a little closet fitted up with a looking-glass and a wash basin, so the shop-girls can fix their hair, and powder their faces when they comes in to eat.’
“‘How much would it cost?’ asked Granny.