I stepped on the table, and had it by the middle before it could get to her.

My hind legs were in a dish of jelly, and my front ones were in a plate of cake, and I was very uncomfortable.

The tail of the green thing hung in a milk pitcher, and its tongue was still going at me, but I held it firmly and stood quite still.
"Drop it, drop it!" cried Miss Laura, in tones of distress, and Mr.Maxwell struck me on the back, so I let the thing go, and stood sheepishly looking about me.

Mr.Wood was leaning back in his chair, laughing with all his might, and Mrs.Wood was staring at her untidy table with rather a long face.

Miss Laura told me to jump on the floor, and then she helped her aunt to take the spoiled things off the table.
I felt that I had done wrong, so I slunk out into the hall.