But now, much to our relief, the meal was over and Peg invited us to draw our chairs up to the stove again.
"Make yourselves at home," she said, producing her pipe from her pocket.
"I ain't one of the kind who thinks their houses too good to live in.
Guess I won't bother washing the dishes.

They'll do yez for breakfast if yez don't forget your places.

I s'pose none of yez smokes." "No," said Felicity, rather primly.
"Then yez don't know what's good for yez," retorted Peg, rather grumpily.

But a few whiffs of her pipe placated her and, observing Cecily sigh, she asked her kindly what was the matter.
"I'm thinking how worried they'll be at home about us," explained Cecily.
"Bless you, dearie, don't be worrying over that.

I'll send them word that yez are all snug and safe here." "But how can you ?" cried amazed Cecily.
"Better not ask," said Peg again, with another glance at the skull.
An uncomfortable silence followed, finally broken by Peg, who introduced her pets to us and told how she had come by them.