A man-hater, like your old witch, is certain to have cats! I wonder where she is?
Does she count going to bed at sundown as one of her endearing peculiarities ?" "Quite the contrary, I imagine.

Let's knock." They raced up the path to the door like children and struck some lusty blows.

No one answered.

The door was locked and every window was blank.
"Knock again!" They knocked again, banged in fact, and then rattled the windows.
"She could never sleep through all that racket!" said Callandar with conviction.

"She must be out.