I doesn't know but the woman o' the house will give me a supper if I
pays for it. So I slips to the side door and knocks. And a man opens
the door."

Robert Day drew in his breath quickly.

"How did the man look?" he inquired.

"I can't tell you that," replied Zene, "bekaze I was so struck with
the looks of the woman that I looked right past him."

Robert considered the cast in Zene's eyes, and felt in doubt whether
he looked at the man and saw the woman, or looked at the woman and
saw the man.

"Was she pretty?"

"Pretty!" replied Zene. "Is that flea-bit-gray, grazin' in the
medder there, pretty?"

"Well," replied Bobaday, shifting his feet, "that's about as good-looking
as one of our old grays."

"You don't know a horse," said Zene indulgently. "Ourn's an iron
gray. There's a sight of difference in grays."

"Was the woman ugly?"

"Is a spotted snake ugly?"