At this stage of the disaster my neighbor appeared with a look of consternation, her cap-strings flying in the cold wind.

I tried to explain, but the aforesaid untimely hilarity hindered me.

All I could do was to point at the flying freezer and the adjoining dog and ask her to call off her freezer, and, with assumed indignation, demand what she meant by trying to kill my greyhound.
The poor dog's every attempt at escape only wedged himself more thoroughly fast.

But after a while, in time to save the dog, though not to save the ice-cream, my neighbor and myself effected a rescue.

Edwin Landseer, the great painter of dogs and their friends, missed his best chance by not being there when the parishioner took hold of the freezer and the pastor seized the dog's tail, and, pulling mightily in opposite directions, they each got possession of their own property.
Carlo was cured of his love for luxuries, and the sight of the freezer on the back steps till the day of his death would send him howling away.
Carlo found, as many people have found, that it is easier to get into trouble than to get out.