That there was an undertow of the sinister escaped her or she ignored it.
In all high-strung Irish souls there is a bit of the old wife, the foreteller; the gift of prescience; and Kitty possessed this in a mild degree.

Something held her here, when for a dozen reasons she should have gone elsewhere.
She strained the coffee, humming a tune out of The Mikado, the revival of which she had seen lately: My object all sublime I shall achieve in time To make the punishment fit the crime.
The punishment fit the crime.
And make the prisoner pent Unwillingly represent A source of innocent merriment.
Of innocent merriment! And there you were! To make the punishment fit the crime.

Wall in the Bolsheviki, the I.W.W.'s, the Red Socialist, the anarchists--and let them try it for ten years.

Those left would be glad enough to embrace democracy and sanity.

The poor benighted things, to imagine that they were going forward there in Russia! What kind of mentality was it that could conceive a blessing to humanity in the abolition of baths and work?
And Cutty felt sorry for them.