Who's talkin' about me cat on ma' head?? This'n's too big for setting anywheres on me, doncha know?! Ah, well, guid souls, I'll never live thet one down! Throw me a biscuit or two and I am goin' out to the teepee, come wiht me or no. This night's been a long'un and a lady needs her reast, yer know? Sides that I've got to git back to my People soon's the storm lifts; they's waitin' for the flour and sich like I'm bringin. No, I'll be fine, wiht them dawgs and my feline Lucky Charm, I'd sweat to death afore I'd freeze getting back no matter how much the devil blows through the snow. Got ta git me some rst...'sfine time last night, ya'll. Thank yew and see you when i gits up. Any o'you gals wanna bunk out there wiht the dawgs, you jist slip in quick and quiet & they won't take yer heads off. I'll hol down m'kitty kat.

As she walks out, she shakes her head, thinking, "Damn fools...they went an dumped that booklarnin' gent in there on the fourposter, right on top of that Mrs. Eye D. Clare! Guess they didn't see her in there with all them eiderdowns over her. Should be real interestin' when them two's wake up." She shuts the door, chuckling and rubbing behind the mountain lion's ears.