Lie down, then, good dog, lie down!' was all that she could think of to say, and she said it.
And nobody laughed.

The situation, full of grey mewing cats, was too serious for that.

Then Anthea, with a beating heart, tried to milk the cow.

Next moment the cow had knocked the saucer out of her hand and trampled on it with one foot, while with the other three she had walked on a foot each of Robert, Cyril, and Jane.
Jane burst into tears.

'Oh, how much too horrid everything is!' she cried.