Give him some of your best, for he has paid well." "And what," said a female voice from inside, "what if I refused to serve another of these plaguy wanderers you are always foisting upon me ?" "Don't mind her tongue, sir.

It's the worst part of her, though she is mighty proud of it.

Go in and she will see you do not come out hungry," and the Thither man returned calmly to his honey stick.
"Come on, you Soul-with-a-man's-stomach," growled the woman, and too hungry to be particular about the tone of invitation, I strode into the parlour of that strange refreshment place.

The woman was the first I had seen of the outer race, and better than might have been expected in appearance.

Big, strong, and ruddy, she was a mental shock after the slender slips of girlhood on the far side of the water, half a dozen of whom she could have carried off without effort in her long arms.