I then narrated to her the history of our next-door neighbors, and how they planted their five children upon us.
“We had better go down at once and see them,” said Silvia, “before they escape. No telling where they might take it in their heads to go.”
“We will,” I said, “we’ll go soon after luncheon.”
“Thrice blessed haunted house,” quoted Rob. “It gave me Beth, and it has restored the parents of the wise Ptolemy and ‘Them Three.’”
“And gave me a ripping story,” said Miss Frayne.
Just then the gong sounded, and after luncheon while I was comfortably tipped back in a chair, my feet on the veranda rail, seeing in the smoke from my pipe 213 dream visions of Polydoreless days, a faint cry from Silvia brought me back to earth.
“Lucien, look!”
I looked.
My chair came down to all fours and my feet slipped from the rail.