So I said we wouldn't tell, and she was satisfied.

Then I was beginning to say good-by to Marget, but Satan interrupted and said, ever so politely--well, I don't remember just the words, but anyway he as good as invited himself to supper, and me, too.

Of course Marget was miserably embarrassed, for she had no reason to suppose there would be half enough for a sick bird.

Ursula heard him, and she came straight into the room, not a bit pleased.

At first she was astonished to see Marget looking so fresh and rosy, and said so; then she spoke up in her native tongue, which was Bohemian, and said--as I learned afterward--"Send him away, Miss Marget; there's not victuals enough." Before Marget could speak, Satan had the word, and was talking back to Ursula in her own language--which was a surprise to her, and for her mistress, too.