"'Ave you drowned it?" called out the cook.
And James, who knew women, pulled himself together and said, "Yes."
Upstairs, in Mammy-ana's quiet little retreat, the final and distressing dénouement took place. Squarky-woo crouched in a corner awaiting his destiny. For some time Mammy-ana eyed him in stern silence. Then she flicked her tail and Squarky-woo shivered.
"Come here," she said.
He made no motion.
"Come here," she squeaked, "you—you—wee, slickit, cowering, timorous beastie!"
Horrified at her language, Squarky-woo turned to escape, but it was too late. With one bound Mammy-ana was upon him, and catching hold of his ear with her teeth, she lifted up his tail, and beat him with her own.
With the Conquering Turkey
I had just finished breakfast, and was slowly enjoying an especially fragrant pipe, when my front-door bell rang with some violence.