Bunty crushed himself into it, his legs huddled up, his head
between his knees, and an ominous rattle of displaced bottles
in his ears. The next minute his father was in the room.

"Great Heavens! God bless my soul!" he said, and Bunty shivered
from head to foot.

Then he said a lot of things very quickly--"foreign language" as
Judy called it; kicked something over, and shouted "Esther!" in a
terrifying tone. But Esther was down in one of the paddocks with
the General, so there was no reply.

More foreign language, more stomping about.

Bunty's teeth chattered noisily; he put up his hand to hold
his mouth together, and the cupboard, overbalanced, fell right
over, precipitating its occupant right at his father's feet,
and the bottles everywhere.

"I didn't--I haven't--'twasn't me--'twasn't my fault!" he
howled, backing towards the door. "Hoo--yah--boo-hoo-ooo!
Esther--boo--yah--Judy--oh--oh--h! oh--oh--h--h--h--h!"
As might be expected, his father had picked up a strap that
lay conveniently near, and was giving his son a very fair
taste of it.

"Oh--h--h--h! o--o--h! o--o--h! ah--h--h! 'twasn't me--
'twasn't my fault--its Pip and Judy--oh--h--h--h! hoo--the
pant'mime! boo-hoo! ah--h--h--h--you're killing me! hoo-boo!
I was only d--doin' it--oh--hoo--ah--h--h! d--oin' it to