sputter

The child … kicked, and crowed, and sputtered, when his mother took him, and put up his little fingers to clutch her hair, and was to her as a young god upon the earth. Nothing in the world had ever been created so beautiful, so joyous, so satisfactory, so divine!

They could neither of them speak their rage, and so fell a sputtering at one another, like two roasting apples.

Like the green wood … sputtering in the flame.