It had been many years since she had done the like of that.

That was Satan's influence; he was a fresh breeze to the weak and the sick, wherever he came.

His presence affected even the lean kitten, and it skipped to the ground and began to chase a leaf.

This surprised Ursula, and she stood looking at the creature and nodding her head wonderingly, her anger quite forgotten.
"What's come over it ?" she said.

"Awhile ago it could hardly walk." "You have not seen a kitten of that breed before," said Satan.
Ursula was not proposing to be friendly with the mocking stranger, and she gave him an ungentle look and retorted: "Who asked you to come here and pester me, I'd like to know?
And what do you know about what I've seen and what I haven't seen ?" "You haven't seen a kitten with the hair-spines on its tongue pointing to the front, have you ?" "No--nor you, either." "Well, examine this one and see." Ursula was become pretty spry, but the kitten was spryer, and she could not catch it, and had to give it up.