I was so furious that I thought only of getting hold of him.
In the midst of the noise that I made, there was a screaming and a rushing to and fro upstairs.

I ran up and down the hall, and half-way up the steps and back again.

I did not want Miss Laura to come down, but how was I to make her understand?
There she was, in her white gown, leaning over the railing, and holding back her long hair, her face a picture of surprise and alarm.
"The dog has gone mad," screamed Miss Bessie.

"Nurse, pour a pitcher of water on him." The nurse was more sensible.

She ran downstairs, her night-cap flying, and a blanket that she had seized from her bed, trailing behind her.
"There are thieves in the house," she shouted at the top of her voice, "and the dog has found it out." She did not go near the dining-room door, but threw open the front one, crying, "Policeman! Policeman! help, help, thieves, murder!" Such a screaming as that old woman made! She was worse than I was.