"Down, Rover! Get away, you crazy Geese! Stop that, Bunny! Stop it, I
say--scat!!--scat!!!--"

Well, by this time Wienerwurst was biting the tails of the Pretty Pink
Pigeons again; and Brownie was chasing the rabbits; and the Geese were
flapping their wings and crying, "hiss, hiss!"; and the Pigeons were
flying back to their home on the roof; and Rover had his mouth full of
White Geese feathers; and Tabby was swallowing the little
fish--and--and--Marmaduke was almost crying.

"I'll take it all back," he yelled, "you're no ladies and gen'lemen
you're--you're just mean an' I won't ever ask you to my party again."

Of course, by this time, Mother and the Toyman and Father weren't just
standing still and looking and saying things--they were
running--and--saying things!--running straight for that party which
had turned out such a grand fight.

They tried to save what they could from the wreck. They spanked little
Wienerwurst until he let go of the tails of the Pretty Pink Pigeons,
and they got the Bunnies safe back in their hutch, and the White
Wyandottes in their yard, and Mr. Turkey in his.

But they couldn't save the poor little fish. It was very sad, but it
was too late. Tabby wasn't like Jonah's whale. What she had once
swallowed she wasn't apt to give up.

[Illustration: "'I'll take it all back,' Marmaduke yelled, 'you're no
ladies an' gen'lemen--an' I won't ever ask you to my party again'"]