Old man Avery hurried from the woods toward his camp, evidently excited. His daughter Swickey stood watching the black kitten Beelzebub play a clever but rather one-sided game with a half-dead field-mouse. As Avery saw the girl, he raised both hands above his head in a comical gesture of imprecation. "Swickey, thet bug-eatin' ole pork-thief's been at the butter ag'in " "Why, Pop, thet's the second time he's done it "