It was quite impossible to describe the confused medley of bangs and rattles and muffled shrieks and yowls that proceeded from the kitchen, accompanied by occasional crashes.

Susan and Cousin Sophia stared at each other in dismay.
"What upon airth has bruk loose in there ?" gasped Cousin Sophia.
"It must be that Hyde-cat gone clean mad at last," muttered Susan.

"I have always expected it." Rilla came flying out of the side door of the living-room.
"What has happened ?" she demanded.
"It is beyond me to say, but that possessed beast of yours is evidently at the bottom of it," said Susan.

"Do not go near him, at least.

I will open the door and peep in.