The Professor was out of the laboratory like a shot, and hurried over to the house. At the same time George returned. "Who has taken my cakes?" he cried. "There are less than a dozen left." Baby chattered in the loft. The Professor could not understand the commotion. All he knew was that Baby was swinging along the rafters and that George was flying around the kitchen hunting cakes.
"Hello, and what is all this? Expecting company?"
"Yes; this is a birthday party."
"'What is this, a party?' said the professor. 'Yes, a birthday party,' said Harry"
"That is a good idea. I suppose you have invited all your friends?"
"Yes; we have invited all we know; just one."