"Yes. There they all were: eight birthdays in all, so he had one every day for more than a week. My dears! What's that?"
It certainly was very startling. A noise like a mixture between the Chinese gong and the bell for the servants' dinner broke in upon the quiet, with the most appalling clamour. Archie swallowed a chocolate whole, and Harry, with great prudence, took two more in a damp hand to sustain him in these rather alarming occurrences.
"It sounds as if it was in the hall," said Lady Davidstow. "Harry, will you open the door and see what it is?"
"Yes, I'll go," he said firmly. "But—but shan't Archie come too?"
The noise ceased as suddenly as it had begun, and with a pleasing sense of terror the two boys went to the drawing-room door and opened it.
"But it's quite dark," said Archie. "Oh, mummy, what is happening?"
"I can't think. I only know one person who makes a noise the least like that."
"Oh, is it Abracadabra?" asked Archie excitedly, finding that his scepticism of the day before had vanished like smoke. It had occurred to him that Abracadabra was his mother, but here was his mother telling them stories.
"Well, the only time I ever heard her sneeze it was just like that," said Lady Davidstow.
Archie came running back, shrieking with laughter.