`` Scat ! '' meekly quavered Betty . To their great relief , the poodle gave several more inquiring barks , and then vanished as suddenly as he appeared . With one impulse , the children ran to see what became of him , and , after a brisk scamper through the orchard , saw the tasselled tail disappear under the fence at the far end . `` Where do you s ` pose he came from ? '' asked Betty , stopping to rest on a big stone . `` I 'd like to know where he 's gone , too , and give him a good beating , old thief ! '' scolded Bab , remembering their wrongs . `` Oh , dear , yes ! I hope the cake burnt him dreadfully if he did eat it , '' groaned Betty , sadly remembering the dozen good raisins she chopped up , and the `` lots of ` lasses '' mother put into the dear lost loaf . `` The party 's all spoilt , so we may as well go home ; and Bab mournfully led the way back . Betty puckered up her face to cry , but burst out laughing in spite of her woe . `` It was so funny to see him spin round and walk on his head ! I wish he 'd do it all over again ; do n't you ? '' `` Yes : but I hate him just the same . I wonder what Ma will say when -- why ! why ! '' and Bab stopped short in the arch , with her eyes as round and almost as large as the blue saucers on the tea-tray . `` What is it ? oh , what is it ? ''
cried XXXXX , all ready to run away if any new terror appeared .
Bab Betty Ma Scat barks children end fence raisins tea-tray