"Oh, no; we couldn't be.

Mother would hate us to be in debt." "I thought--a cats' home--oh, but I _am_ glad I brought my check-book with me!" cried Lady Ryehampton.
She could not understand why Sir Maurice uttered a short sharp howl.
She did not know that the Terror dug him sharply in the ribs as Erebus kicked him joyfully on the ankle-bone; that they had simultaneously realized that the future of the home, the wages of "overseering," were secure..