The staring eyes vanished, and Mr.Dinks reclined upon the sofa, picking his teeth.

Presently there was the slop--slop--slop of the girl along the entry.

She opened the door, dropped the boots, and fled.

Mr.Dinks immediately pulled the bell violently, walking across the room a greater distance than to his boots.
Slop--slop again.

The door opened.
"Look here! If you don't bring me my boots, I'll come and pull the hair out of your head!" roared the master of the house.
The cowering little creature dashed at the boots with a wobegone look, and brought them to the sofa.