“Yes.”
“Aren’t you afraid of the genet any more?”
“No.”
“What is it?” inquired Quentin.
“The gardener keeps a caged animal in here, and it frightens us because it looks like such a monster.”
“You’re a naughty girl,” said Remedios to her sister. “What will you bet that I won’t go to the genet, take it out of the cage, and hold it in my hand?”
“No, no; he might bite you.”
“Where is this monster?” asked Quentin.
“You’ll soon see.”
It was a specie of weasel with a long tail and a fierce eye.