“Folks that live like this must be mighty rich,” Seth thought, as he plunged his face into a basin of clear water. “It ain’t likely Snip an’ me will strike it so soft again, an’ I expect he’ll be terrible sorry to leave. I reckon it’ll be all right to hang ’round an hour or so, an’ then we must get out lively. I wonder if that little bit of a woman expects I’ll pay for breakfast?”