Kit and Kat going in. The door opened right into the kitchen.

Grandmother put away her shawl and psalm book and scent bottle as
soon as she was home. Then she put on a big apron and drew out
the round table.

She boiled the kettle and made coffee; and, when it was done, she
set the coffee pot on a pretty little porcelain stove on the
table to keep hot. She got out bread and cheese and smoked beef
and, best of all, a plate of little cakes.

Then they all four sat down to eat. I will not tell you how many
cakes Kit and Kat ate, but it was a good many.

After dinner, Grandmother put away the things, and Kat helped
her.

Kit sat beside Grandfather in the doorway while he smoked. Pretty
soon Grandfather said,

"Bring me my accordeon, Kit."

Kit ran to the press in the corner. He knew where the accordeon
was kept.

Then Grandfather took the accordeon, tipped his head back, shut
his eyes and began to play, beating time with one foot. Kat heard
the music and came out too.

She and Kit sat down on the doorstep, one on each side of