"Unfeeling twin! Dash it all, what a beastly hard chimney this is!"
"And what a soft head it came in contact with."
"You're helping a lot, aren't you? Sitting in the seat of the scoffer. Here, come out of that. You've got to help!"
"Denis! Oh, do be quiet!"
He had seized her round the waist. "If you don't promise to help look for those matches, I'll roll you into the scullery where the black beetles live!"
"I promise, Denis!"
She came gingerly forward and gave a scream.
"Denis! I trod on something horrid and soft! Oh, Denis!"
"A rat, I expect. I thought I heard a squeak. Eureka! Got 'em! Now for the larder or pantry or storeroom or whatever it is—"
"I'm going to see what I trod on first. Light a match, Denis!"