But that Polly was slightly made, a man of Gammon's physique would have found it impossible to carry her down the stairs; as it was he soon began puffing and groaning.

In spite of the risk Polly still struggled--two stair-railings were wrenched away on the first flight.

Then appeared Mr.and Mrs.Cheeseman, red and perspiring with muffled laughter.
"You may laugh, you wretches!" Polly shrieked.

"I'll give you all in charge, see if I don't.

You've all took part in an assault--see what you'll get for it!" After that she no longer resisted, except for an occasional kick on her bearer's shins.