And, though Kit was a boy, he screamed some too. Then Peter and
Paul pointed their noses up in the air and began to howl.

Way back, ever so far, Grandfather was coming along as fast as he
could; but that wasn't very fast.

All the doors on the street flew open, and all the good
housewives came clattering out to see what was the matter. They
picked Kat up and told her not to cry, and wiped her eyes with
their aprons, and stood Kit on his feet, and patted the dogs; and
pretty soon Peter and Paul stopped barking, and Kit and Kat
stopped screaming, and then it was time to find out what had
really happened.

Neither of the Twins had any broken bones; the good housewives
wiggled all their arms and legs, and felt of their bones to see.
But shocking things had happened, nevertheless! Kat had torn a
great hole in the front of her best dress; and Kit had worn two
round holes in the seat of his Sunday clothes, where he slid
along on the pavement; and, besides that, the milk was slopped
all over the bottom of the cart!

Just then Grandfather came up. If it hadn't been that his pipe
was still in his mouth, I really don't know what he might not
have said! He looked at the cart, and he looked at the Twins.
Then he took his pine out of his mouth and said sternly to Kit,

"Why didn't you do as I told you?"

"I did," said Kit, very much scared. "You told me to be sure to