s had four legs apiece, and Kit had only two; so you
see he couldn't keep up very well.

Kat began to scream the moment that Peter and Paul began to run. The
dogs thought that something that made a dreadful noise was after them,
and they ran faster than ever. You see, Grandfather Winkle never in the
world screamed like that, and Peter and Paul didn't know what to make
of it. So they ran and ran and ran.

Kat held on the best she could, but she bounced up ever so far in the
air every time the cart struck a bump in the street. So did the milk
cans; and when they came down again, the milk splashed out.

Kat didn't always come down in the same spot. All the spots were hard,
so it didn't really matter much which one she struck as she came down.

But Kat didn't think about that; she just screamed. And Peter and Paul
ran and ran, and Kit ran and ran, until he couldn't run any more; he
just sat down hard on the pavement and slid along. But he didn't let go
of the lines!

When Kit sat down, it jerked the dogs so hard that they stopped
suddenly. But Kat didn't stop; she went right on. She flew out over the
front of the cart and landed on the ground, among all of Peter and
Paul's legs! Then she stopped going, but she didn't stop screaming.

And, though Kit was a boy, he screamed some too. Then Peter and Paul
pointed their noses up in the air and began to howl.

Way back, ever so far, Grandfather was coming along as fast as he
could; but that wasn't very fast.

All the doors on the street flew open, and all the good housewives came
clattering out to see what was the matter. They picked Kat up and told
her not to cry, and wiped her eyes with their aprons, and stood Kit on
his feet, and patted the dogs; and pretty soon Peter and Paul stopped
barking, and Kit and Kat stopped screaming, and then it was time to
find out what had really happened.

Neither of the Twins had any broken bones; the good housewives wiggled
all their arms and legs, and felt of their bones to see. But shocking
things had happened, nevertheless! Kat had torn a great hole in the
front of her best dress; and Kit had worn two round holes in the seat
of his Sunday clothes, where he slid along on the pavement; and,
besides that, the milk was slopped all over the bottom of the cart!

Just then Grandfather came up. If it hadn't been that his pipe was
still in his mouth, I really don't know what he might not have said! He
looked at the cart, and he looked at t