I never did feel anything like the cold we've got just now." * * * At eight the now familiar shouts and cries began again outside.
"The Avenger again!" "Another horrible crime!" "Extra speshul edition!"-- such were the shouts, the exultant yells, hurled through the clear, cold air.

They fell, like bombs into the quiet room.
Both Bunting and his wife remained silent, but Daisy's cheeks grew pink with excitement, and her eye sparkled.
"Hark, father! Hark, Ellen! D'you hear that ?" she exclaimed childishly, and even clapped her hands.

"I do wish Mr.Chandler had been here.

He would 'a been startled!" "Don't, Daisy!" and Bunting frowned.
Then, getting up, he stretched himself.

"It's fair getting on my mind," he said, "these horrible things happening.