Open the back door, Edna.

He sha'n't take his dirty self through my parlour again.

_Open that door, Edna!_" Edna, half paralysed with astonishment, opened the kitchen door just in time.

Mr.Hawkshaw was not so drunk but he could recognise disaster when it hovered near.

As she lifted the steaming kettle from the stove he made a flying leap for the door.