And all he says is, 'Don't worry, son, we're getting on fine!' We'll go smash one of these days, that's what we'll do--just smash!" "Tap-tap" sounded the blinds which were drawn over the western windows.
A pleasant little breeze was trying to come in.

"Buzz" sounded a fly on the wall.

Bubble arose noisily and killed it with a resounding "thwack." "Wake the doctor, would you ?" he said.

"Take that!" But even the pistol-like report which accompanied the fly's demise failed to ruffle the sleeper.

Bubble returned disconsolate to his stool.
"Smash," he repeated, "smash is the word.