"I'm glad you said that.

Don't you know what was old Mouser's grievance?
Was I not close behind you at the time the cat was making the noise, and did not Burgher Jans' dog rush out of the room as the door was opened?
Of course, Mouser got on the stove to be out of his way, and that was why you thought he was speaking in cat language to poor Eric's little model ship.

What a superstitious old lady you are, to be sure!" "Ah well, you may think so, and explain it away, madame," said Lorischen, in no way convinced; "but I have my beliefs all the same; and I think that cat knows more than you and I do.

Dear, dear! There, I declare it is snowing again.

What a Christmas we will have, and how the dear lad would have enjoyed it, eh ?" "Yes, that he would," rejoined the other.