So off I go.

Merciful goodness, Anne dearie, what is the matter with that cat?
Is he having a fit ?"--this, as Doc suddenly bounded to the rug at Miss Cornelia's feet, laid back his ears, swore at her, and then disappeared with one fierce leap through the window.
"Oh, no.

He's merely turning into Mr.Hyde--which means that we shall have rain or high wind before morning.

Doc is as good as a barometer." "Well, I am thankful he has gone on the rampage outside this time and not into my kitchen," said Susan.

"And I am going out to see about supper.