"So that with your hands clutched like a vise on either side of the mouth," cried our Uncle Peter, "you can saw up and down with all the violence at your command! Now in fighting a grass fire, it's craft, not might, that you need. In that case of course—"
"Two hours if you're using a double boiler," explained the Lady, "but many people consider a rapider action more digestible, I suppose."
"My dear Lady——let me finish my explanation!" said our Uncle Peter.
"But I want to finish mine!" said the Lady.
Our legs got pretty tired waiting for all the explanations to get un-mixed up again.
It was nine o'clock before the Lady gave our Uncle Peter a cup of hot chocolate and turned him out doors.
"Just like a dog," said our Uncle Peter. We heard him say it across his shoulder as he went down the steps.
It made the Lady laugh a little.
It was warm milk in two great blue bowls that she gave us. "Just like kittens," we thought it was!
We heard the little boy's feet come thud-thud-thudding up the stairs. We heard Tiger Lily's toe-nails click-click-click along behind him.