To their left the shore curved around in a semi-circle of dazzling whiteness ; at their right stood a small grey fish-house . `` That 's Young Si 's place , '' said Agnes . `` He lives there night and day . Would n't it make anyone melancholy ? No wonder he 's mysterious . I 'm going to get his spyglass . He told me I might always use it . '' She pushed open the door and entered , followed by Ethel . The interior was rough but clean . It was a small room , lighted by one tiny window looking out on the water . In one corner a rough ladder led up to the loft above . The bare lathed walls were hung with fishing jackets , nets , mackerel lines and other shore appurtenances . A little stove bore a kettle and a frying pan . A low board table was strewn with dishes and the cold remnants of a hasty repast ; benches were placed along the walls . A fat , bewhiskered kitten , looking as if it were cut out of black velvet , was dozing on the window sill . `` This is Young Si 's cat , '' explained Agnes , patting the creature , which purred joyously and opened its sleepy green eyes . `` It 's the only thing he cares for , I believe . Witch ! Witch ! How are you , Witch ?
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Agnes Ethel Si day fish-house left night repast right spyglass