"Going to heaven! Going to heaven, my Lord! Going to heaven, heaven, heaven!" He tried to climb higher, but began to slip downward, his exertions causing damage to his apparel.

A button flew into the air, and his knickerbockers and his waistband severed relations.
"Devil's got my coat-tails, sinners! Old devil's got my coat-tails!" he announced appropriately.

Then he began to slide.
He relaxed his clasp of the tree and slid to the ground.
"Going to hell!" shrieked Georgie, reaching a high pitch of enthusiasm in this great climax.

"Going to hell! Going to hell! I'm gone to hell, hell, hell!" With a loud scream, Mrs.Bassett threw herself out of the window, alighting by some miracle upon her feet with ankles unsprained.
Mr.Kinosling, feeling that his presence as spiritual adviser was demanded in the yard, followed with greater dignity through the front door.

At the corner of the house a small departing figure collided with him violently.