Whilst yet the organ was playing, there appeared two men, one of them carrying a big drum, the other hidden under a Punch and Judy show.

Of a sudden there sounded a shrill note, high above the organ, a fluting from the bottom to the top of the gamut, the immemorial summons to children, the overture to the primitive drama.

It was drowned in a scream of welcome, which, in its turn, was outdone by thunderous peals upon the drum.
Mr.Woodstock said little during the whole afternoon.

Perhaps he thought the more.
Tables had been fixed in one part of the garden, and as the drama of Punch drew to an end, its interest found a serious rival in the spectacle of piled plates of cake.

But there was to intervene nearly half-an-hour before the tea-urns were ready to make an appearance.