But this he was by no means inclined to do; and no sooner did she place him on the heated bars, than he made his way off in the quickest possible time.

Then she caught hold of him with the tongs, restored him to his proper position on the gridiron, and with poker and tongs strove to hold him there.
As the lobster, a second and a third time, struggled free of Kitty's tongs and poker, I could no longer restrain myself, but burst forth into a loud fit of laughter.

By the time this subsided, his lobstership was in the middle of the kitchen floor.

Picking him up, I threw him into a pot of boiling water, and then retreated from the kitchen, so convulsed with laughter that I could not utter a word.
Kitty did not soon hear the last of her attempt to broil a lobster..