You see, my stratum is down-stairs, and it doesn't do to mix the layers.

By the way, you haven't been up-stairs yet; have you?
Come on, and I'll show you--and you, too, Aunt Hannah." Billy clapped her hands; but Aunt Hannah shook her head.
"I'll leave that for younger feet than mine," she said; adding whimsically: "It's best sometimes that one doesn't try to step too far off one's own level, you know." "All right," laughed the man.

"Come on, Miss Billy." On the door at the head of the stairs he tapped twice, lightly.
"Well, Pete," called Cyril's voice, none too cordially.
"Pete, indeed!" scoffed Bertram.

"You've got company, young man.

Open the door.