steel, the girl did not know which, while the handle and the spoon were of the same material as the smaller vessels.
There was a highly seasoned stew with meat and vegetables, a dish of fresh fruit, and a bowl of milk beside which was a little jug containing something which resembled marmalade. So ravenous was she that she did not even wait for her companion to reach the table, and as she ate she could have sworn that never before had she tasted more palatable food. The old woman came slowly and sat down on one of the benches opposite her.
As she removed the smaller vessels from the larger and arranged them before her on the table a crooked smile twisted her lips as she watched the younger woman eat.
"Hunger is a great leveler," she said with a laugh.
"What do you mean?" asked the girl.
"I venture to say that a few weeks ago you would have been nauseated at the idea of eating cat."
"Cat?" exclaimed the girl.
"Yes," said the old woman. "What is the difference—a lion is a cat."
"You mean I am eating lion now?"
"Yes," said the old woman, "and as they prepare it, it is very palatable. You will grow very fond of it."
Bertha Kircher smiled a trifle dubiously. "I could not tell it," she said, "from lamb or veal."
"No," said the woman, "it tastes as good to me.
