a strong overhand throw at the excited animals.

Olga proved to be an excellent shot. She hit a cat with almost
every lump of coal she threw. But she could not, after all, have
easily failed to do this, there were so many cats in the kitchen.

"Oh, don't! Don't, Olga! Stop!" shrieked Janice. "You will hurt
them"

"Hurt them?" repeated the girl. "I bane mean to hurt dem" and,
slam! went another lump of coal.

"But they can't get out!" gasped Janice.

"Den how dey get in, huh?" demanded Olga, and threw another lump
with terrific force.

There was a howl, higher and more blood-curdling than any that
had heretofore assailed their ears. One big cat scrambled up the
wall, and up the window panes, seeking an exit. One of the
creature's legs dragged limply.

"Olga Cedarstrom!" shrieked Janice, "you have broken that poor
cat's leg."

"I bane break all his legs!" rejoined this quite ferocious girl.
"How dese cats coom here? I bane sure you know!"

She turned to glare at Janice Day so savagely, a lump of coal
poised in her smutted hand, that the girl was really frightened.