The oven was hot and there was flour dust in the air. La Befana mixed dough, made iced biscuits and put them on the kitchen table to cool.
Her big ginger cat, Zenzero, was smart enough to get out of the way. He sat among the rafters and washed his paws.
Just then, La Befana heard a knock at the door of her Little cottage.
“Who could that be?” she growled. “I bet
