She put some more coal on the fire, and hung the traveller's 
coat to dry. 'And the glasses! Why, he doesn't look human at all. 
And holding that napkin over his mouth all the time. Talking 
through it! ... Perhaps his mouth was hurt too.' 
She turned round, suddenly remembering something. 'Oh 
dear!' she said, 'Haven't you done those potatoes yet, Millie?'