Oh, Cynthy Ann, ef you
could see your marm at this moment!"
She made another vigorous flounder, and managed to kick Sam in
the face. Partly as a measure of self-defense, he seized her
ankle firmly.
"He's got hold of me!" shrieked the old lady "Help! help! I shall
be murdered."
Her struggles became so energetic that the boys soon found it
expedient to evacuate the premises. They crawled out by the
passage they had made, and appeared on the surface of the snow.
The old lady presented a ludicrous appearance. Her hood had
slipped off, her spectacles were resting on the end of her nose,
and she had lost her work-bag. But she clung with the most
desperate energy to the umbrella, on which apparently depended
her sole hope of deliverance.
"Hi yah!" laughed Pomp, as he threw himself back on the snow and
began to roll about in an ecstasy of delight.
Instantly Mrs. Payson's apprehensions changed to furious anger.
"So it's you, you little varmint, that's done this. Jest le' me
get out, and I'll whip you so you can't stan'.
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