the only thing was to pull another wire and set it to work at something
else; it would run till after the tea dishes were washed, anyway, and
probably we could find something harmless to keep it employed. Just then
John was called out to speak to a man about some coal, and I undertook
to head the thing across the middle of the room. Unfortunately it rushed
straight into the dining-room, water-pail and all. I didn’t care much.
I wanted a new carpet for that room, anyway, and I knew that sooty spot
would never come out. The water in the pail was very dirty by this time.
John had not thought of its having to be changed.
Presently John returned, and we got into the kitchen again. There was
another funny thing about it. Whenever anyone got going ahead of it in
the same direction it was sure to follow, and the only way to get out
of its road was to double back on your own track and dodge it. It was
the current of air it followed. John said he had a reason for making it
that way. While sweeping the kitchen it got after one of the boys once,
and it dodged around tables and chairs just as he did, till John told
him to turn and go back. It got after Bruno when we got it out of the
dining-room into the kitchen. He had just come in from the barn to get
something to eat. He turned tail and howled, but he could not get out of
the way till he jumped out of the window. The cat fared worse than Bruno
though, for she was picked up along with the wiping cloth and rubbed over
the floor for about three yards before she managed to get free. There was
quite a hole in the window, and we have not seen the cat since.
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