Jenny: The Cat Has a Mouse

The Guttersnipe roused herself for an appropriate response as the man dissolved into boyhood flushing and Domitia, jumping to his rescue, explained for him. She listened, closely, and swept her eyes from Domitia's face to the young man's, and suddenly something became very clear to her. From Domitia's home... A cool smile played about her lips. "Home. That would be..." Her gazed strayed between them again. "The Green Isle?"