While we were talking we turned a curve and saw old Ursula resting in the shade of a tree, and she had a lean stray kitten in her lap and was petting it.

I asked her where she got it, and she said it came out of the woods and followed her; and she said it probably hadn't any mother or any friends and she was going to take it home and take care of it.

Satan said: "I understand you are very poor.

Why do you want to add another mouth to feed?
Why don't you give it to some rich person ?" Ursula bridled at this and said: "Perhaps you would like to have it.

You must be rich, with your fine clothes and quality airs." Then she sniffed and said: "Give it to the rich--the idea! The rich don't care for anybody but themselves; it's only the poor that have feeling for the poor, and help them.