She knocked at the door of the top attic, but followed her knock into the room before any one had made response from within.
Old Hart was, as usual, messing over some cooking.

He stopped it when he saw Josephine, and an iron spoon which he held in his hand clattered noisily to the floor.
"Now, Nina, what is the matter ?" "I am going to spend the day with you, Granddad, and probably the night as well.

You can give me a bed in a corner of this delightful sitting-room.

Is that breakfast?
I wish you would serve it up; I am starving." "It's a very good breakfast, little Nina.

Fried rabbit, done after a new method.