Kyan grasped at the pipe to save himself and, the next moment, chair, sections of stovepipe, and Mr.Pepper disappeared with a mighty crash behind the high-boy.

A cloud of soot arose and obscured the view.
Keziah, too indignant even to laugh, glared at the wreck.

In the doorway of the kitchen Grace Van Horne, hammer in hand, leaned against the jamb, her handkerchief at her mouth and tears in her eyes.

Lavinia, majestic and rigid, dominated the scene.

From behind the high-boy came coughs, sneezes, and emphatic ejaculations.
Miss Pepper was the first to speak.
"Abishai Pepper," she commanded, "come out of that this minute." Her answer was a tremendous sneeze.