Mr.Maxwell was sitting on the lounge, tearing his handkerchief in strips and tying them around the creature where my teeth had stuck in.

I had been careful not to hurt it much, for I knew it was a pet of his; but he did not know that, and scowled at me, saying: "You rascal; you've hurt my poor snake terribly." I felt so badly to hear this that I went and stood with my head in a corner.

I had almost rather be whipped than scolded.

After a while, Mr.
Maxwell went back into the room, and they all went on with their tea.
I could hear Mr.Wood's loud, cheery voice, "The dog did quite right.
A snake is mostly a poisonous creature, and his instinct told him to protect his mistress.

Where is he?
Joe, Joe!" I would not move till Miss Laura came and spoke to me.