I would just be tickled to pieces to let ye have what ye need." Linda slid her hand across Katy's lips and gathered her close in her arms.
"You blessed old darling," she said.

"Of course you would, but I don't need it, Katy.

I can sit on the floor to work, if I must, and instead of taking the money from the billiard table to buy a worktable, I can buy tires with that.

But here's another thing I want to tell you, Katy.

This afternoon a male biped is coming to this house, and he's not coming to see Eileen.