Then he went tearing around the house again spreading chaos and destruction in his path.

Aunt Polly entered in time to see him throw a few double summersets, deliver a final mighty hurrah, and sail through the open window, carrying the rest of the flower-pots with him.

The old lady stood petrified with astonishment, peering over her glasses; Tom lay on the floor expiring with laughter.
"Tom, what on earth ails that cat ?" "I don't know, aunt," gasped the boy.
"Why, I never see anything like it.

What did make him act so ?" "Deed I don't know, Aunt Polly; cats always act so when they're having a good time." "They do, do they ?" There was something in the tone that made Tom apprehensive.
"Yes'm.

That is, I believe they do." "You DO ?" "Yes'm." The old lady was bending down, Tom watching, with interest emphasized by anxiety.