But Tede Haien said slowly: "I know a way to help you, Trien' Jans." He went to his strong box and took a silver coin out of the drawer. "You say that Hauke has robbed you of your pet and I know that you don't lie; but here is a crownpiece of Christian IV.; go and buy yourself a dressed lambskin to keep your legs warm. Besides, our cat will soon have kittens and you may pick out the largest of them. The two together ought to make up for an Angora tom-cat that is weak with old age. And now take the creature and carry it into town to the knacker, for aught I care, and hold your tongue about its having lain here on my respectable table!" While he was speaking the woman had taken the crown and hidden it in a little bag that she wore under her skirts; then she stuffed the cat back into the pillow-case, wiped the spots of blood from the table with her apron and stumped out of the door. "Don't forget about the young kitten," she called back as she went. Some time later, as old Haien was walking up and down in the little room, Hauke came in and threw his bright bird onto the table; but when he saw the blood-stains which were still recognizable on its white, scoured top he asked with apparent carelessness, "What's that?" His father stood still. "That is the blood that you shed!" The boy flushed hotly. "Oh, has Trien' Jans been here with her cat?" The old man nodded. "Why did you kill it?" Hauke bared his torn arm. "That's why," he said; "he snatched my bird away from me." The old man said nothing. He began to walk up and down again for some time; then he stopped in front of his son and looked at him absently. "I have settled the matter of the cat," he said after a moment, "but you see Hauke, this cottage is too small; two masters can't _hold_ it--it is time now, you must get yourself something to do." "Yes, Father," replied Hauke; "I have thought the same myself." "Why?" asked the old man. "Well, a fellow boils within, if he has not enough to do to work it off." "So," said the old man, "and that's why you killed the Angora? That might easily lead to something worse!" "You may be right, Father; but the dikegrave has sent his servant-boy off; I could do that work."