“Gug!” I response with all the language I could. I knew she was observing my wallpaper face.
“Come down at oncely!” she holla. I obey by tittering backwards from my perch and walking on air which had a hole in it thus permitting me to fall 12 feet to central room where most of the furniture was, including Hon. Paste Bucket which got confused in everything else including me.
When I pick myself uply from that rumpus, my head was intruding from wallpaper hood like a fanciful millinary.
Hon. Floor were covered by paste, paper, and relics of where I fell.
“You done nice job!” snarred Hon. Mrs who stood in midst.
“I shall do better next place,” I recover.
“You have papered everything in the room except the wall,” she dib sarcastly.
“I are going to paper that next,” are answer for me.
“There shall never not be no Next!” she squabble, while poking me forthly into frostbite of street.
There I stood in coldness without any other overcoat except wall paper I wore.