This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 edition. Excerpt: ...he cried. "No more eating for you, my boy," said Mother Slipper Slopper sharply; "a nice bill there will be from the landlord, for repairs to the property, after your meals. It's our time to do a bit of eating now." Tomakin looked round in wonderment. Snickaree! snick! snack! snick! went Chattox's knife on the ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 edition. Excerpt: ...he cried. "No more eating for you, my boy," said Mother Slipper Slopper sharply; "a nice bill there will be from the landlord, for repairs to the property, after your meals. It's our time to do a bit of eating now." Tomakin looked round in wonderment. Snickaree! snick! snack! snick! went Chattox's knife on the hearthstone. She took it up and felt the edge with her thumb, looking nearly as grim and wicked as Shylock does in the play. Mother Slipper Slopper was chasing Tomakin round the table. He was trying to dodge back into the pantry, but he could not run very fast, he was so full of sponge-cake. Mother Chattox put down the knife to help to catch him and in a moment he would have been in their hands, when there was a loud bray outside; a quick succession of lusty knocks at the door, and Tomakin heard Olga's voice crying: "Open! you wretches, open to the Silver Niblick!" "The Silver Niblick!" shouted Chattox and Slipper Slopper in wild despair. They forgot all about Tomakin and the Hot Pot in their fright and each witch seized her broomstick. The cats in wild terror fled up the cake chimney. Loud and angry were the blows at the door. Stupendous were the shouts and threats of Sir Olga. A violent thunderstorm burst over the cottage. The walls crumbled and fell to pieces with a terrific crash. Then the witches leaped with a hideous shriek on to their broomsticks and whirled away into the dark clouds, cursing and swearing and vowing vengeance against Sir Olga. Darting nimbly over the ruins of the cottage, Sir Olga in full armour, the Silver Niblick shining in her hand, seized Tomakin in her arms, crying with joy: "Saved, saved, my trusty Sancho, by your own valiant master, through the might of the Silver...
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