Not to be defeated, however, having first sucked her fingers to ease their smart, she seized the sizzling liver with the vatdoek and deposited it upon the dirty tin.
"There, nephew," she said triumphantly, "there are more ways of killing a cat than by drowning.

What a fool I was not to think of the vatdoek at first.

Allemachte! how the flesh has burnt me; I don't suppose that being killed would hurt much more.

Also, if the worst comes to the worst, it will soon be over.

Think of it, Allan, by to-night I may be an angel, dressed in a long white nightgown like those my mother gave me when I was married, which I cut up for baby-clothes because I found them chilly wear, having always been accustomed to sleep in my vest and petticoat.