Now and again, for obscure but profound reasons, Wiggins spurned the earth and proceeded by leaps and bounds.
Possibly it was the monotonous plaint of his sister which caused the Terror to say: "I've got a penny.

We'll go and get some bull's-eyes." At any rate the monotonous plaint ceased.
They had returned on their steps across the common, and were nearing the village, when they met three small boys.

One of them carried a kitten.
Erebus stopped short.

"What are you going to do with that kitten, Billy Beck ?" she said.
"We be goin' to drown 'im in the pond," said Billy Beck in the important tones of an executioner.
Erebus sprang; and the kitten was in her hands.

"You're not going to do anything of the sort, you little beast!" she said.
The round red face of Billy Beck flushed redder with rage and disappointment, and he howled: "Gimme my kitty! Mother says she won't 'ave 'im about the 'ouse, an' I could drown 'im." "You won't have him," said Erebus.
Billy Beck and his little brothers, robbed of their simple joy, burst into blubbering roar of "It's ourn! It ain't yourn! It's ourn!" "It isn't! A kitten isn't any one's to drown!" cried Erebus.
The Terror gazed at Erebus and Billy Beck with judicial eyes, the cold personification of human justice.