Chapter 24 of 41 · 55 words · ~1 min read

VI.

Only see how she throws out her _chaney!_ Her basons, and teapots, and all The most brittle of _her_ goods--or any, But they all break in breaking their fall: Such things are not surely the best From a two-story window to throw-- She might save a good iron-bound chest, For there’s plenty of people below!