Susan looked at her reproachfully.
"I see nothing to laugh at.

That beast has broken your ma's big blue mixing-bowl that she brought from Green Gables when she was married.
That is no small calamity, in my opinion.

But the thing to consider now is how to get that can off Hyde's head." "Don't you dast go touching it," exclaimed Cousin Sophia, galvanized into animation.

"It might be your death.

Shut the kitchen up and send for Albert." "I am not in the habit of sending for Albert during family difficulties," said Susan loftily.