When she learned that he was, she said she believed he had forgotten to close the back shutters, and she thought she heard burglars in the yard.
Then Mr.Fogg arose in wrath and went down to see about it.

He ascertained that the shutters were closed, as usual, and as he returned to bed he resolved that his aunt should leave the house for good in the morning, or he would.

However, he thought he might as well give the almanac-plan another trial; and setting the sheep in motion, he began to count.

This time he reached two hundred and forty, and would probably have got to sleep before the three hundredth sheep jumped, had not Mix's new dog, in the next yard, suddenly become home-sick and begun to express his feelings in a series of prolonged and exasperating howls.
Mr.Fogg was indignant.

Neglecting the sheep, he leaped from bed and began to bombard Mix's new dog with boots, soap-cups and every loose object he could lay his hands on.