He said, "Didn't I see you down the road awhile ago ?" "Yes, sir." "Ah, that pleases me; I see you remember me." He stepped to her and whispered: "I told you it is a Lucky Cat.

Don't be troubled; it will provide." That sponged the slate of Ursula's feelings clean of its anxieties, and a deep, financial joy shone in her eyes.

The cat's value was augmenting.
It was getting full time for Marget to take some sort of notice of Satan's invitation, and she did it in the best way, the honest way that was natural to her.

She said she had little to offer, but that we were welcome if we would share it with her.
We had supper in the kitchen, and Ursula waited at table.

A small fish was in the frying-pan, crisp and brown and tempting, and one could see that Marget was not expecting such respectable food as this.