As to the grub, it ain't what you are accustomed to, maybe, but it's what we have ourselves, and neither of us is starvin', as ye can see," and he thumped his chest.

"No, not the big door, sir; the little one.

And there's a key, too, for ye, when ye're out late--and ye will be out late, or I miss my guess," and out rolled another laugh.
Kitty looked after the two until they disappeared through the smaller door, then turned and faced Kling.

"I know just what's happened, Otto--a baby a month old could see it all.

That man is up against it for the first time.