Aunt Barbara was satisfied to be home on any terms, though her nose did go up a little, and something which sounded like "P-shew!" dropped from her lips as she entered the dark sitting room, where the odor was not the best in the world.
"It's the rat, ma'am, I think," Betty said, opening both blinds and windows.

"I put the pizen for him as you said, and all I could do he would die in the wall.

It ain't as bad as it has been, and I've got some stuff here to kill it, though I think it smells worse than the rat himself," and Betty held her nose as she pointed out to her mistress the saucer of chloride of lime which, at Mrs.Col.

Markham's suggestion, she had put in the sitting room.
Aside from the rat in the wall, things were mostly as Aunt Barbara could wish them to be.

The vinegar had made beautifully.