"You're caught, Aunt Liza! Yes, you're caught!" she commented ungenerously.

"I know exactly what you were saying.

Shall I tell you?
No, p'raps I'd better not.

I'll tell you what you looked like instead, shall I?
You looked exactly like that funny old speckled hen in the yard who always clucks such a lot.

And Rufus"-- she threw him a merry glance from which all resentment had wholly departed--"Rufus looks--and is--just like a great red ox." "Don't you be pert!" said Mrs.Peck, stooping stoutly over the fire.
"Get a duster and dust them plates!" Columbine laughed again with her chin in the air.