Aunt Deel rose and went to the stove and shoved the teapot along, exclaiming: "Goodness, gracious sakes alive!" The tea slopped over on the stove.

Uncle Peabody laughed louder and Mr.
Dunkelberg's face was purple.

Shep came running into the house just as I ran out of it.

I had made up my mind that I had done something worse than tipping over a what-not.

Thoroughly frightened I fled and took refuge behind the ash-house, where Sally found me.